Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what?
I had a terrible babenture while Momma had her hands all braced up. I was playing in the basement, and the collar Momma put on me to kill the nasty fleas got caught in my mouf. Momma said it was appoza break if it got caught, but it didn’t. I ran upstairs and sat in front of her picture machine so she’d be sure and see me. Chickie came over to help, but I growled at her. I didn’t want her, I wanted MOMMA!
Momma says she thought I had caught a mouse or something, and that’s why my mouth was open, and Chickie wanted to take it away from me and that’s why I growled. But then she saw the collar was stuck in my mouf, at the back, where my jaws come together. She tried to break or unfasten the collar, but her poor little fingers were too weak.
I ran to my window seat so she could get to me better, and sat still while she got some scissors and worked with her poor little weak fingers until she cut through the collar.
I got a little blooded, and Momma cleaned me up.
I’m fine, now, and clean and white again.
Now I sleep most every night on a pillow by Momma’s head, ’cause she’s my hero!
I told Chickie I was sorry I growled at her, and we’re still friends.
I even let Adi be in the same room as me, but we pretend we aren’t.
A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Is your hooman your hero? Why or why not?