THE VERY STRANGE TALE OF GINGER THE CAT
By Josie Whitehead www.whiteheadm.co.uk
The barn owl hooted loudly and lots of bats came out
A ginger cat stretched himself and then he looked about.
“It’s playtime now for pussy cats” was Ginger’s only thought.
He grinned as he remembered all the little mice he’d caught.
“Come along then Ginger. Now. we’ll let you go outside.”
Off trotted Ginger, with his head held high with pride.
The moon’s rays were shining and the barn door open wide.
He smuggly thought of all the fun he’d have when once inside.
Ginger was a greedy cat and that night he’d eaten well –
Lots of tasty fish for tea – oooh, he remembered well that smell!
He snuggled down upon the straw. Soon he went to sleep.
He saw the barn door opening, and in three mice did creep.
Perhaps it was indigestion, for that can cause bad dreams, but
The thing that Ginger thought he saw, made him want to scream.
The mice began to grow in size, more and more and more.
It wasn’t long before they were as big as the barn door.
Then they turned on Ginger, but there was nothing he could do.
“We’ve come to get you, horrid cat, and we’ll turn you into stew.”
But Ginger took his only chance, and fled fast from the barn.
He didn’t want these frightening mice to do him any harm.
He ran back to his own home and climbed through the cat flap.
His owners said: “What on earth has frightened our poor cat?”
It was “playtime” the next evening, but Ginger stayed at home.
“This world is not a safe place for a ginger cat to roam.”
Copyright 2007