Dreams of a Kitten by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Dreams of a Kitten

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Stevie walked up to the plate, his heart pounding with

excitement. The pitcher, a sleek black cat from the Panthers,

wound up and threw the ball. Stevie swung his bat with all his

might and; crack! The ball soared into the sky and hit the left

field wall. The crowd erupted in cheers as Stevie ran around the

bases, his little paws moving as fast as they could.

As he rounded third base, like Freddie Freeman, Stevie saw his

friends and family in the stands, waving and cheering him on. He

felt a surge of pride and happiness. When he finally slid into

home plate, the umpire shouted, "Safe!" Stevie's teammates

lifted him up on their shoulders, celebrating their victory.

Just as the celebration was at its peak, Stevie felt a gentle

nudge. He opened his eyes to see his best friend, Timmy, smiling

down at him.

"Wake up, Stevie," he said softly. "It's time for dinner."

Stevie stretched and yawned, feeling a warm glow from his dream.

He might not have really been at a baseball game, but in his

heart, he knew he was a true champion.

Joltin´Joe Di Maggio

Les Brown and His Orchestra