story-318

Story #318

The stars above her twinkled, reflected in the puddle she was sitting in. Her fur was wet and matted , but she didn’t care. Pressing her telescope to her eye, she looked at Venus, Mars and Saturn . . . all so far away.

That night she dreamt of growing wings and flying, up, up, up . . . gliding among the stars.

Teacup, Glasgow

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