Kitobni o'qish: «Pusya & Meowka. Friendship is above all!»

A little hole

Once upon a time at the bank of a wide river in a small village two kittens lived. His name was Meowka and her name was Pusya. She had bright-red fur; he was charcoal-black with a white heart on his chest. They lived in a big cottage with granny Valery and old Graham.

Old men were very fond of the kittens. They gave them a lot of milk and let to play anywhere the kids wanted. Only the trip to the river was not allowed, because the kittens could not swim.

Every evening granny Valery put the kids on her knees and stroked their backs. The kittens were purring with pleasure. They loved their grands too and rubbed against their legs expressing all their love.

The old men had a small farm. Mongrel Barmaley, cow Motley, nanny goat Mary and a flock of speckled hens. Granny Valery managed the house. Old Graham used to go fishing.

“Meowka! Meowka!”

“I'm here, Pusya.”

“Where?”

“I hid in the bushes.”

“What for?”

“I want to catch a butterfly.”

“Look, there it’s flying!”

Meowka jumped out of the bushes, but did not get the butterfly.

“Ow!” said the kitten, landing on the ground.

“What's wrong, Meowka?”

“I got my paw in a mouse hole. It's stuck.”

The kitty tried to pull out her friend's paw. But the paw was stuck deep.

“I don't have enough strength!”

“I'll dig it up,” said the kitty.

The ground was dry from the summer heat and became very hard. Pusya's small claws made nothing but scratches on it.

“I'll call Barmaley for help.”

Pusya ran into the yard for help.

“Mister Barmaley!”

“What's wrong, Pusya?”

“Meowka’s paw stuck in a mouse hole! Help him free!”

“Where is he?”

“Behind the house, near the currant bushes.”