So go on, ask me. ‘Dear, dear Tuffy. Why was your Christmas so horrible?’ Well, I couldn’t climb the tree. I couldn’t touch the dangly decorations. And Ellie made me part of her sing-along Christmas performance. Horrible, horrible, horrible! But I showed them. I was Tuffy the Acting Cat, superstar. How was I supposed to know things would get so . . . messy?
Children’s Books (Novels and Short Stories)
Stories for Children Aged 7-9
