One day a little girl, just half–past three, snipping paper with a pair of child’s scissors, looked around and…
An hour or so later the girl was together with her mother, who was visiting with a friend, when one of the kittens wandered into the room. The girl’s mother caught sight of it and…
The innocent kitten wove itself around their legs, not realizing how odd it looked with the fur down its back raggedly trimmed, as if by an unskilled hand using rather dull scissors.
“What happened to this kitten! How did its fur get cut like that?” Mom asked, giving her daughter a suspicious glance.
“I don’t know. I didn’t do it.”
“Are you sure? It looks like someone might have snipped off its fur with a pair of small scissors.”
The little girl thought for a moment. “Maybe the mommy cat did it.”
The visitor looked away quickly and grinned. The mother tried to maintain a stern frown.
After the company left, the lecture of the day was, “If you’ve done something wrong, admit it.”
Word Press daily prompt: Denial
by Walter de la Mare
I know a funny little man,
As quiet as a mouse,
Who does the mischief that is done
In everybody’s house.
There’s no one ever sees his face,
And yet we all agree
That every plate we break was cracked
by Mr. Nobody.
‘Tis he who always tears our books,
who leaves our doors ajar;
he pulls the buttons from our shirts,
and scatters pins afar,
that squeaking door will always squeak,
because of this you see:
we leave the oiling to be done
by Mr Nobody.
He puts damp wood upon the fire,
So kettles cannot boil;
His are the feet that bring in mud
And all the carpets soil.
The papers always are mislaid;
who had them last but he?
There’s no one tosses them about
but Mr. Nobody.