Bella

by Katie   Sep 29, 2006


So once there was a little kit,
that liked to moan and throw a fit.

And every time she let of a meow,
her mom would yell, "Not now!"

So that little kit would cry and cry,
until she thought that she would die.

But eventually mom will pet her head,
and tell that kit she will not be dead.

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