Dreams of a Kitten by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Dreams of a Kitten

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"Ready, Stevie?" Timmy whispered. Stevie gave a soft purr,

signaling that he was ready.

With a deep breath, Timmy and Stevie stepped out from behind the

tree, their white sheets billowing in the breeze. They moved

slowly and silently, their ghostly forms gliding across the

grass. Timmy let out a low, eerie moan, and Stevie added a

haunting yowl.

Bully Boy froze in his tracks, his eyes wide with fear. "Wh-

who's there?" he stammered, his voice trembling.

Timmy and Stevie continued their spooky performance, moving

closer and closer to Bully Boy. "We are the spirits of the

night," Timmy intoned in a ghostly voice. "And we do not like

bullies."

Bully Boy's face turned pale, and he took a step back. "I-I

didn't mean to be mean," he stuttered. "I'll stop, I promise!"

Seeing that their plan was working, Timmy and Stevie decided to

give Bully Boy one last scare. They raised their arms and paws,

and let out a final, spine chilling wail. Bully Boy turned and

ran as fast as he could, disappearing into the night.

Timmy and Stevie pulled off their sheets and burst into

laughter. "We did it, Stevie!" Timmy exclaimed, giving his furry