Carle was a very lonely cat. This was probably due to his
living in a trash can in the corner of the fair grounds. His home was a bit smelly
he supposed but he had a wonderful view of the fair grounds and the events that
took place there each year. Each morning Carle would wake up to a beautiful
sunrise just over the antique building. He would eat his breakfast of scraps
and dream of being a rodeo bull. After he finished his breakfast he would
wander through the empty stalls and try to find a mouse or two to catch for
lunch. After his lunch he would usually take a nap because eating the mice made
him so very tired.
Usually
Carle’s naps consisted of him as a big tough rodeo bull. He would toss all the
cowboys in the air. He would be the meanest, the toughest, and the roughest
bull that there ever had been at the rodeo. However, often these dreams ended
up in Carle frightening himself and waking up with a jolt. After calming
himself down a little, Carle would make his way over the road to see
Two-shakes, the lamb in Farmer John Deere’s pasture.
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