Childhood

When I was young my parents bought me a cat, a cat called fluffy. Fluffy and I were like brothers; he used to flush my head down the toilet, and I used to wet his bed. We loved each other really though, every summer I used to play football with him on the lawn. Until I kicked him over the fence. He would have been ok, but the neighbours had a dog; called Curiousity. Just like that my world was torn apart. And so was fluffy. My parents tried to make it up to me, they bought me a rabbit instead, but curiousity got the better of that too. I was inconsolable, until one day, just before Christmas, when snow was in the air and pies were in the oven, my parents bought me a very special present. And now I know that no matter what happens, fluffy's up there, every night, watching over me. Because they stuffed him and hung him from the light.