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Once upon a time there was a cat. This cat was named Sandy. She was very pretty with sandy brown fur and cream paws and she wore a lovely gold color collar. But she was not content.

In her mind the higher that one sat the more important that one was. Therefore her desire in life was to sit upon a doll house instead of sitting upon a pile of books. The problem with this was that a great dragon sat upon the only doll house in the room and one does not merely go up to a dragon and say, “I want to sit on top of the doll house so would you kindly move?”

Sandy was in a quandary. Oh how she longed to sit on that doll house but her fear of the dragon was holding her back.

“All I have are these stupid books.” she said looking down in disgust at them. And then she looked closer at the book she sat on. It was entitled Farmer Giles of Ham by J. R. R. Tolkien and on the cover was a knight, of sorts, fighting a dragon.

It was to be noted that the knight was getting the worst of the battle. However, on further reflection, Sandy realized that that was because the knight was actually just Farmer Giles of Ham and not a proper knight at all. So naturally he would be losing.

Her little feline mind began working and her eyes began searching in quest of a real actual knight to defeat the dragon and drive him off the roof of the doll house. It did not take her long to find what she sought. A splendid knight on a magnificent charger was actually on the same dresser as herself. true, the knight was only seated on the DVD player which wasn’t nearly as high as her stack of books but he was still a knight and he looked more impressive than Farmer Giles of Ham. Sandy decided to make the journey to see the knight.

Sandy reached the knight. He stood in a magnificent pose, sword raised, while his horse proudly pranced.

“Excuse me.” said Sandy the cat.

“For what?” courteously inquired the knight. It was to his advantage to be courteous for in actual size and probably weight the cat was at least twice if not four times that of himself.

Sandy was taken aback by his manner of reply. “I’d like to get the dragon off of the doll house.” she finally said.

“And why do you want me to excuse you for that?” The Knight asked puzzled.

“I mean…” Sandy paused, her opinion of the brightness of knights was dimming.

“Are you saying, with poor grammatical skills I might add, that you are cruel and unjust or “mean” as you term it or…”

Sandy did not wait for the knight to finish. She was not patient and she decided to go back to her stack of books. and perhaps think of some other way to get on top of the dollhouse. But as she returned to her place and settled down a great sleepiness over came over her and she settled down for a cat nap and forgot about the doll house, at least for the moment. THE END