My master, Mr. Whittington (I wouldn’t think of calling him Dick) is badly abused by the cook. For all my life on the street, I have never met such an ill-natured hussy. When she’s not basting or roasting, she’s beating Mr. Whittington senseless. He bought me for a penny to take care of the rats and mice in the garret. Needless to say, I am very well fed. He hides me in a safe niche, and treats me as if I were the world’s greatest treasure—which, I intend to prove, I am.
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Voices in Fairy Tales
by Michelle Tocher
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