Jan 26, 2008 Posted by mike

Pouncer and the House on Rosebriar Lane: pg 4

He must have sat in the stuffy little bag for nearly an hour. He was just about to give up hope when Madam picked up the bag. Like a wonderful carnival ride, Pouncer was carried out the front door and slipped into the waiting car. He poked his head out from between the flaps of the bag. Through the window he could see the tallest trees reaching up towards the bright blue sky. In the distance loomed the... read more

Jan 26, 2008 Posted by mike

Pouncer and the House on Rosebriar Lane: pg 3

Pouncer turned to stalk away. He did not want to be in the little blue house for another day. Pouncer was imagining himself prowling the busy, bright streets and didn’t notice Madam walking towards him. The old woman stumbled over the kitten. “Pouncer, you silly kitten, you nearly tripped me.” Pouncer darted inside Madam’s fallen bag, afraid he was in trouble. But Madam just reached down and... read more