Dusty: Mr. Cocoa, I desperately need your help.
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| Dusty, The Victim |
Cocoa: What can I do
for you Mr. Dusty, or may I call you Dusty.
Dusty: Dusty is
fine. I’m in trouble; big trouble.
Cocoa: Well, I can’t
help you unless you give me some facts.
Dusty: I, uh, I was
rail-roaded by, oh it’s too embarrassing…
Cocoa: Come, come,
Dusty, we’re adults here.
Dusty: Yes, you’re right, I was rail-roaded by a cute cuddly kitten that could be my twin, smaller twin. She has wormed her way into the house-hold favor and I can’t get a word in edgewise. What do I do?
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| Shadow, The Kitten |
Cocoa: Well, let’s
see. If she could be your twin, why not
do something bad, and let her take the blame?
Dusty: Oh, I like
that, Cocoa. Yes, I like that a
lot.
Cocoa: Let me know
how it turns out.
Dusty (the next day with a paw in a sling): Cocoa, I did as you said; I was real bad and
I let the kitten take the blame; but that lousy Salty dimed me out and I got
tossed on my rump.
Cocoa: Is that where
you got the arm injury?
Dusty: No, that came
from the kitten, who later came up to me and attacked. The others in the household defending the
kitten and not letting me fight back!
