Blonde, Little Stranger
As the sun rose, the crispy, autumn leaves settled on the ground, until another big gust of wind would blow them away again. Suddenly a blonde, little stranger named Sophie ambled by. Nearly home from her morning walk, and kicking the leaves in her pathway. "Come on mummy!" Sophie demanded. Just when the last and final pile of leaves were an arms reach away, she kicked. But as the leaves rustled she stopped. Her eyes glued to the leaves. For right in front of her, peeking out from the pile of leaves was a stray, black cat. It was meowing continuously from all the confusion. Carefully picking up the black cat, she took it home.
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