Three balls of wool were sitting on
the couch. Mrs. Dunlop had been knitting mittens and scarves the night
before. Being a curious cat, Kennedy jumped onto the couch to investigate.
One ball of wool was bright yellow, another pine tree green, and the last
was fire engine red. The brilliant colors and the ball shape were too much
for Kennedy to resist. He knocked them down onto the carpet and rolled
Duncan, who had been watching
Kennedy from his mouse hole, ran outside after the cat to see what the cat
was going to do with the wool. Kennedy grabbed hold of the balls of wool
and ran around the back garden with them, hitting them with his paw. They
started to unravel. The red wool was wrapped around the thistles, the
wooden gate and the oak tree. The yellow ball was soon tangled around the
wheelbarrow, the spade lying in the vegetable garden, and the around
washing line. The green ball went all the way around the house, wrapping
itself tightly against the stone bricks.
Duncan started to giggle. Kennedy
didn’t notice that some of the wool was stuck on his tail. This would be a
great time for Duncan to grab a bite of cheese and perhaps some biscuits
filled with raisins. He ran into the kitchen and bit off a hunk of cheddar
cheese and then picked up two biscuits. He took them outside.
Kennedy, who was still busy chasing
the shrinking balls of wool around, spotted the mouse and headed for him.
Duncan watched, unafraid, as the cat ran towards him. He’d only gone a few
steps when he tripped on the yellow wool. The spade came flying towards
him and hit him in the head. OUCH! He stood up and ran towards Duncan
again. A few steps later he tripped on the red wool and fell into a pile
of prickly purple thistle. OUCH!
Duncan laughed and gobbled down his
orange cheese. After Kennedy had pulled all the stickers out of his fur,
he looked at Duncan and was very angry. Even though he’d tripped because
of the wool, he didn’t like Duncan laughing at him. He ran towards the
mouse, his claws out and read to gobble him down, but he tripped again on
the green wool that was around the house. He flew through the air and
landed in a pile of overripe tomatoes growing in the garden. They smashed
all over his fur, dripped off his nose and got in his ear. He lay still,
covered in red mush. Duncan ran over to him and stood right next to him,
eating his biscuits. He let the crumbs drop on Kennedy. The cat meowed,
but couldn’t move. Duncan ran back into the house to get some more cheese.
It took Kennedy all afternoon to get
the wool untangled. Mrs. Dunlop wasn’t happy when she came home and saw
what he’d done. Duncan stood at the kitchen window, watching the cat and
laughing. He just loved to see Kennedy get into trouble!