Al Mcgillivray
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21 year student and writer.
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The Witch, the Cat and the Book
The Witch, the Cat and the Book It had been great for me to earn money as a child. Something to boast about in school. When I turned eight my Mother decided that I would walk our dog Bruno every day after school. I got five pounds per week for the walks. Earning some pocket money after school suited me well and Bruno was my best friend. Around the same time an old lady moved in with my neighbours, Mr and Mrs Calve. Along with her she brought a cat who lay curled on their Garden wall. It was black on the top and its belly was white. She was called Myra. The old lady was Mr Calve’s mother. When she moved in mother dragged us next door for introductions. ‘She’s an earls’ daughter’, my mother whispered to my father as he knocked on Calve’s door and made out introductions ‘he was the earl of Rochester, such a wealthy man!’. Old Mrs Calve waddled out to meet us berating Mr Calve as she held Myra purring in her arms and after saying hello, we all went back home.
By Al Mcgillivray3 years ago in Humans