Be Honest
By: Bela
Cringle the cat silently prowled down the stairs. She was a calico cat, with a black spot of fur that looked like a mask over her eyes.She had snuck out of her bed. She slunk through the shadows. She quickly crossed the open living room, and then she was in the kitchen. Cringle immediately ran to cupboard. she opened it, and was greeted by the tantalizing smell of cat treats. She decided to eat only a few, 2 or 3. But, she munched on them so fast that the treats were gone in a few minutes. She hid the bag under the couch, and went snuck back to bed.
The next morning, her mom went to the cupboard to get a cat treat for Cringle, who had done her chores all week without being asked.
“Cringle, do you know where the cat treats are? I can’t find them.”
Cringle stiffened. She didn’t want her mom to find out that she had eaten them.
“No, I don’t.” She lied.
“Thank you, anyway. I wonder where they could have gone. Her mom responded, feeling rather puzzled. She checked all the kitchen, but decided to give up. She walked into the living room where Cringle was washing her paw nervously.
“I’m sorry Cringle, I was going to let you have some treats, but I can’t find them.”
At this, Cringle felt so guilty that the whole story spilled out. When she was done, she was crying and feeling sad.
Her mom thought for some time, the finally said,
“How about this: since you ate all the treats, you can buy us another bag of treats with your own money.”
Cringle nodded.
Ever since then, Cringle was honest, and never told a lie.
By: Bela
Cringle the cat silently prowled down the stairs. She was a calico cat, with a black spot of fur that looked like a mask over her eyes.She had snuck out of her bed. She slunk through the shadows. She quickly crossed the open living room, and then she was in the kitchen. Cringle immediately ran to cupboard. she opened it, and was greeted by the tantalizing smell of cat treats. She decided to eat only a few, 2 or 3. But, she munched on them so fast that the treats were gone in a few minutes. She hid the bag under the couch, and went snuck back to bed.
The next morning, her mom went to the cupboard to get a cat treat for Cringle, who had done her chores all week without being asked.
“Cringle, do you know where the cat treats are? I can’t find them.”
Cringle stiffened. She didn’t want her mom to find out that she had eaten them.
“No, I don’t.” She lied.
“Thank you, anyway. I wonder where they could have gone. Her mom responded, feeling rather puzzled. She checked all the kitchen, but decided to give up. She walked into the living room where Cringle was washing her paw nervously.
“I’m sorry Cringle, I was going to let you have some treats, but I can’t find them.”
At this, Cringle felt so guilty that the whole story spilled out. When she was done, she was crying and feeling sad.
Her mom thought for some time, the finally said,
“How about this: since you ate all the treats, you can buy us another bag of treats with your own money.”
Cringle nodded.
Ever since then, Cringle was honest, and never told a lie.
