2025-02-22
27 分钟This is Rhea.
Welcome to Little Stories for Tiny People.
This is one of those stories.
Those rare stories that I wrote in a single day.
This does not happen a lot.
It usually takes a few days.
But it feels like magic when it does.
This one is sweet and hopeful and perfect for bedtime.
So cuddle up and let's hear it.
It's called Franklin the Cat's Unusual Hobby.
Take it away, Murphy.
Remember, there are no pictures.
You have to imagine them in your mind.
You can imagine them however you want.
Okay, here we go.
Franklin began taking things apart at three months old when he was just a scrawny kitten living in an alleyway with his mother,
his father, his aunt, his uncle, and his older cousins in the middle of a city.
One afternoon, a child, toddling down the city street, hand in hand with his mother,
perhaps overwhelmed and distracted by the countless scenes unfolding all around him,
dropped something bright white on the sidewalk.