“I want some
milk,” said Kitten Number One.
“So do we,”
said his brothers, and away they pattered to the yard, where they found a
lovely saucer full.
“Saucers are
too babyish for me,” said Kitten Number One, “I shall drink out of the jug.”
And up on the table he jumped.
Along came
Silly Billy, the kid.
“You will
never do it like that,” he said. “Bite a hole in the jug, like this.”
What
happened then, you can plainly see by the picture, and it is the kind of thing
that does happen when Silly Billy comes along.
When the
Kittens and Silly Billy were safely out of the way, Mr. and Mrs. Whiskers
popped out of their front door.
“Milk, milk,
I sniff milk,” squeaked Mrs. Whiskers, and she began to drink up every drop she
could find, while poor Mr. Whiskers sat and cried because he could not find
any.
But he soon
dried his tears when they got to the scrap heap, where they ate till they were
like little round barrels.
Meanwhile,
Silly Billy had told the kittens of a lovely plate of food, outside the kennel
where Jack lived.
And the
foolish kittens hurried to it, and began to eat as fast as they could.
Out of his
kennel came Jack, with a mighty shout, which sent the kittens rolling over with
fright. They never tried to eat Jack's dinner again, and it was a long time
before they quite forgave Silly Billy for being so silly.
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