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Post by [~Ghost Writer~] on Dec 25, 2017 18:50:50 GMT -5
There was a story told only once a year in a small fox den where four cats made their home. The family lived cold and hungry each leafbare. The only joy they would have those seasons was listening to stories passed down by relatives or close friends who were now in the Great Sky of Everlasting. The dark brown mother would bring her kits close while their father dragged the last of the freshkill that they had and would tell the tale of Sandy Claws. Sandy Claws was a great big ginger tom-cat who was known around the forest for being a stupid, but extremely friendly kittypet. Each leafbare, he would leave his new twolegs and take as much food as he could from their nest to the cold, hungry strays. He'd usually drag the food in a white pelt that he called a 'table cloth'. He'd visit each cat and drag off at least one peice of food in one night. The cats what then wake up the next day and find the food next to a paw print in bedded into the snow. It was once rumored that he sat on top of deer while delivering his gifts. Kits couldn't wait to see what strange trinkets Sandy Claws would bring. Some cats had said that if you listened hard enough, you could hear his joyous laugh. The kind of hearty, real laugh that made you want to smile along with the jingle of the bell of his collar. But soon the tom started to get old and fat. The powerful young tom became slower and harder to bring gifts to each cat. Once others realized Sandy Claws was having a hard time delivering gifts, they all decided to help out and give gifts to their neighbors so he could go back to a life of rest after helping generations of cats.
I know it was short, but I hoped you enjoyed my little mini Christmas tale. Merry Christmas everyone and Happy holidays!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2018 23:53:14 GMT -5
Why is he called Sandy Claws?
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