The Sleepy Kitten

It was slowly getting dark outside. The sky had changed colour from pink to purple and then to dark blue. It wouldn't be long before the first few stars started twinkling above the houses.

A small grey kitten was sitting on the doorstep of the farmhouse, licking his lips and yawning. He was looking forward to going out to play in the fields, but he rather fancied a short cat-nap first.

He tried curling up in the corner of the doorstep, but it just wasn’t right. The stone was hard and now that the sun wasn’t shining, it was too cold. He tried wrapping his bushy tail around his paws to keep them warm. But it was no good, he couldn’t fall asleep.

“I need a pillow,” the kitten said to himself. “A soft, fluffy pillow to snuggle up in.”

The kitten stood up, padded away from the house and made his way down the garden path into the farmyard beyond, looking for a pillow. The whole yard was quiet. The shaggy sheepdog was already snoring away in his kennel, and the sheep, who liked to make a lot of noise, had gone into their pen for the night. The only sounds now were the soft rustle of the breeze in the grass, and a few insects chirping.

The kitten peeped into the henhouse. It was full of hens, all sitting comfortably on their perches. The coop was lined with straw and it looked lovely and soft!

“Dear chicken friends,” the kitten purred tiredly, “would you mind if I take a nap here? I’m looking for a soft pillow to snuggle up in.”

The nearest hen opened one eye. “Come on in, come on in,” she clucked sweetly. “There’s nothing better than a straw pillow, you’ll…