Pusheen's magical story

the first story is called: funny pusheen cat

dragonsheen fun had always loved dark in the forest with its mighty, muddy mountain. It was a place where she felt happy.

She was a striped, cute, milk drinker with tinny tail and fatback. Her friends saw her as a chilly, clear cute. Once, she had even helped a concerned cat cross the road. That's the sort of woman he was.

dragonsheen walked over to the window and reflected on her huge surroundings. The rain hammered like a loving cat.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather some one. It was the figure of the pusheen cat. pusheen was a funny dragon cat with a big tail and funny back.

dragonsheen gulped. She was not prepared for pusheen.

As dragonsheen stepped outside and pusheen came closer, she could see the diced glint in his eye.

"Look dragonsheen," growled pusheen, with a fat glare that reminded dragonsheen of funny dragon cat. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want cute. You owe me 1375 1 pound."

dragonsheen looked back, even more, hilarious and still fingering the green leaves. "pusheen, we should be friends," she replied.

They looked at each other with excited feelings, like two low, long lizard friend at a very jumpy find treasure, which had rain music playing in the background and two weird uncles sharing to the beat.

dragonsheen regarded pusheen's big tail and funny back. "I don't have the funds ..." she lied.

pusheen glared. "Do you want me to shove that green leaves where the sun don't shine?"

dragonsheen promptly remembered her striped and cute values. "I do have the funds," she admitted. She reached into her pockets. "Here's what I owe you."

pusheen looked fun, his wallet blushing like a raspy, rough rocks.

Then pusheen came inside for a nice drink of milk.

THE END

the next story is called: mean stormy cat

stormy cat looked at the fluffy cape in her hands and felt fun.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her noisy surroundings. She had always loved huge caten town with its helpful, helpless huge houses. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel fun.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather some one. It was the figure of cat Vader. cat was an etrodenery villain with stripey tail and fatback.

stormy gulped. She glanced at her reflection. She was a mean, destroy, milk drinker with skinny tail and fluffy back. Her friends saw her as a shredded, shy superhero. Once, she had even saved a rotten cats that was stuck in a drain.

But not even a mean person who had once saved a rotten cats that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what cat had in-store today.

The day teased like jumping cat, making stormy funny.

As stormy stepped outside and cat came closer, she could see the decomposing glint in his eye.

"Look stormy," growled cat, with a rule glare that reminded stormy of etrodenery parrot. "I hate you and I want revenge. You owe me 9841 gold pieces."

stormy looked back, even funnier and still fingering the fluffy cape. "cat, it's the final mew," she replied.

They looked at each other with action feelings, like two careful, cloudy cat running at a very funny action, which had action music playing in the background and two rude uncles flying to the beat.

stormy regarded cat's stripey tail and fatback. "I don't have the funds ..." she lied.

cat glared. "Do you want me to shove that fluffy cape where the sun don't shine?"

stormy promptly remembered her mean and destroy values. "I do have the funds," she admitted. She reached into her pockets. "Here's what I owe you."

cat looked best, his wallet blushing like a curious, cool clove.

Then the cat came inside for a nice drink of milk.

THE END

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