What a playful kitten! She started to play whenever she found the Granny’s woolen ball, and she used to toss it as much as she would finally be lost among the strings. The woolen strings liked the play, too. “We will strangle you someday,” they cried. “It’s your fantasy, but you can’t do that,” the kitten answered. The bird didn’t like the kitten, so, from inside the cage started to instigate the woolen string, “Choke her! Choke her! Come on buddy, choke the kitten.” But the woolen string answered, “My dear bird, it’s just a play, I won’t choke the kitten, I mean it’s just kidding and I’d never do that!” It was the Granny’s footsteps that made the string to unwrap itself around the kitten’s body and to return the basket as a perfect ball next to other woolen balls. “What a dull play!” The bird told the Granny. “It’s not true, there is no play dull!” Granny said. “You are so jealous that can’t see a kitten,” kitten told the bird. “I can see, but I don’t like to see this certain kitten,” bird told the kitten while shifting its place inside the cage where the kitten would not be seen from there. The Granny took her knitting needles and very quietly began to knit which it made the strings very upset. The kitten lied down and sneered, “Well, I have gotten rid of this woolen ball, too

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