Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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Aaaachoooo! poor Mog

Aaaachoooo! poor Mog

A Story by ROSALIND
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To little cats catch the cold

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"Aaaachooo!"  Mog sneezed loudly.

"Oh, Mog, said Meg I  think Iam about to sneeze.

"Aaaaaachooo!"  "Aaaaaachooo!"

"Oh, Dear Meg,"  You had better jump into bed.

Mog wasn't easily put off with the slightest sniffle.

In fact he rather be dancing on the clouds.

Mog felt sorry for his friend, So he quickly made Meg

a special plate of homemade soup. The soup was made up of

Green turtles, which looked liked they were swimming for there

lives.  Mog buttered some left over crusts of bread, and few up three stairs at a time.  Nearly all off the contents landed on the stair.

"What, took you so long. "Said Meg with a sniffle.  "I don't feel well!"

" Oh, I am s sorry. "Mog replied."

Soon  Meg felt better after eating her soup. little did she know about the Green turtles floating on top of the soup.

Mog decided to go out for a while to get some fresh air.

After being cooped up like a chicken.  Mog flew out of the house

up up  away he went, over the hills and far far away. He flew over

houses valleys. Until he he let out  a big.

Aaaachooo!  "Aaaaaachoooo!"

Mog landed right on a bird's nest.

" Oh Dear, I am so sorry he sighed. " I never meant to spoil your dinner.?

Pie the blackbird nearly pecked his nose off. Mog began to feel poorly so off he flew over the hills and far far away.

"Aaaaaaaaaachoooo!"  "Aaaaaaaaaachooo!"

"Is that you, Mog ? " asked Meg.

" Yes Meg!"  answered Mog.

Meg said Mog should go to bed. But Mog hated his bed he loved to

leap, dance, high up in the white fuffy clouds. But today he felt so sad because, Mog couldt have any fun. Meg said that  if Mog was good. She would make his favorite soup. The one that Mog made Meg, when she had a cold. Mog pulled a big face. He hated Green Turtle soup. So he pretented  to be asleep when Meg came up with  his soup.  "Oh dear, Mog has nodded off to sleep"  She crept out of the room quietly left the door ajar.
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© 2015 ROSALIND


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ROSALIND
ROSALIND

EDINBURGH, lothian , United Kingdom



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Hello my name is Rosalind and I first started writing poetry in April of 2011. I am a born again Christian and have a wonderful relationship with father God I would have never imagined for one second.. more..

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