Mr.Putter lived all alone. He was old man. He had a little fat, he had a thin hair, and he had a big beautiful house. Every day, he ate English muffins, drank tea, read books but nobody shared with him, so he was very sad.
One day, he was laying on the hammock in his garden. He was thinking about a cat, he wanted a cat. He went to pet store, and he found a old yellow cat, Its bones creaked, Its fur was thinning, It seemed a little deaf same him. He named her Tabby. Their's new life began.
Mr putter planted tulips. Tabby loved Mr.Putter's tulips. She would rub, roll past all the yellow, red , pink tulips. Mr.Putter clipped roses while Tabby bathed.
Every day, they liked to share an English muffin, they ate with jam, cream cheese. They drank tea withe sugar, cream. They read wonderful stories.
On summer, they warmed their old bones together in the sun.
On fall, they took long walks through the trees.
On winter, they turned the opera up very loud. They understood together. Tabby knew just What Putter was going to do next. Mr.Putter knew just where Tabby was going to sleep next.
Mr.Putter could not remember life without Tabby.
Tabby could not remember life without Mr.Putter.They lived among their beautiful house, and enjoyed the most perfect in their life.
Very nice summary of this story, Dung! Good use of new vocabulary.
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