Granny's tale (3)

Granny's tale (3)

"I never saw his tongue frozen in the milk, but I wish it had of.
He was an angry cat.
All he did was meow and snarl and he had a bit of a bad temper.
This morning he was angrier than usual.
I watched him drink his milk.
Knowing he’d be there a few minutes, I used this time to run around the back of the croft and see if there was any cheese in the bin.
I climbed up to the top and ran inside."

"Was there any cheese, Granny?" Susan asked.

"There were a few bits, but not enough for a mouse on a cold, wintry day.
I was nibbling away on the cheese when a dark shadow spread across the bin."

"What was it, Granny?  Was it Angus, the cat?" Stanley gulped.

"It was Angus all right. I was trapped in the bin. I had no way out. I didn’t know what I was going to do," Granny said.

"Och no, Granny, what did you do?" Stephen asked.

"Did the cat eat you?" Susan squeaked.

"How could the cat eat her, Susan? She’d not be here today if he had, silly," Stanley said.

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