Cat's Cradle

I have a Cat's Cradle string. Sometimes I make Cat's Cradle and have a game with mom. But sometimes, I have different ideas. On one particular day, I told my cousin, Sharon, to make Cat's Cradle. When she was done, I chased Mo all the way to the family room. Then, when I had him cornered, I picked him up, that fat body of his. I carried him to Sharon and dropped him into her Cat's Cradle. The cradle was as tiny as a thumbtack compared to Mo. You can imagine his surprise when he was being rocked like a baby in his mother's arms! Immediately, he struggled, broke free, and ran off. I shall suspect Mo hated being treated like that.

-by Hannah