Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? I made Poppa happy!
Usually, he calls me a scamp and a scoundrel and a rascal. But, the other morning, he was proud and happy of me!
He came downstairs and told Momma what I did.
He said, “I was working at the computer, and this stinkin’ little moth was bugging me. I tried to catch him, but I couldn’t. Then the door opened and he came in.”
“He” means me!
Poppa said, “He saw the moth and started jumping at it and batting at it, and he caught it. And ate it.”
Momma did a doot-de-doot song, like dis:
I fierced at it, like dis!
Den I pounced it, like dis!
Momma made a picture of me.
I’m a hero! Slayer of moffs!
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: What do you do to make your Poppa and/or Momma) proud?