This post was written by my dad, Craig Maglish. He heard the prompt and wanted to join in. The following is completely his, featuring grammatical help from me.
The Kitty with a Horn Goes to the Circus
It was a pretty kitty. His horn not so much. It had been used a lot (the
horn, not the kitty).
Even though the horn was tattered and beaten, it was special. Kitty found
it on a website and it only cost him 1,386 lady bugs. He was so impressed with
it he sent an extra 23 lady bugs as a tip. So Kitty, all decked out in his
inflatable horn, jumped on the bus to head to the ‘burbs. He had seen
billboards and television commercials raving about Bruno’s Big Freakin’ Circus.
Kitty had to go, ‘cause it was a Big Freakin’ Circus (well, who wouldn't?). People
on the bus were all clamoring about how Freakin’ awesome it was to have Bruno
finally there. It was going to be his last show. Kitty then knew he was meant
to go.
He got there and people were eating popcorn, peanuts, and caramel apples.
Kitty was not very impressed. He didn't
want that kind of crap. Where were the mice on a stick, catnip kabobs, or at
least the basic of the goldfish in a bowl? All he saw was people, some strange
looking beasts, and a fat guy in a red sparkling suit. That must be Bruno. WOW,
what a disappointment. Kitty had put on his inflatable horn for this! What was I thinking? he thought as he
took the bus home. All Kitty could think is Bruno could kiss his furry butt for
making him think that it was going be the best thing ever. Poor, poor Kitty.
The End.
Or is it?
Coming up next: The Kitty with a Horn Goes to the Unemployment Line
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