Pretty

by Lynn Maslen Kertell
pictures by Sue Hendra

 

Mit sat in the sun.

 

“I am pretty,” she said.

 

“My fur is pretty.”

 

Mag saw Mit.

 

“I will get the cat,” said Mag.

 

Mit ran. She got wet.

 

“Now I am not pretty!” Mit said.

 

Mag said, “I can help.”

 

“Now I am pretty!” said Mit. “Yes,” said Mag.

 

The End