Bandit slipped out, through Sophie’s window. As he glanced around, the multitude of open windows teased his criminal mind. He knew that it was going to be a busy night ahead. There were hundreds of windows ajar and hundreds of homes to explore. He was certain that he was going to reap a harvest of delights, with the night’s larceny.
Bandit’s first port of call was the local fish market. The odour of fresh fish tickled his nostrils and the lure of such a prize was too much for such a kleptomaniac kitten. He sauntered between the fish market and the Goggles’ home several times that night. Each time he carried a single fishy prize in his jaws. Very soon there was a small pile of fish, heaped at the foot of Sophie’s bed. Bandit looked on at his prize with admiration and then his thoughts turned to expanding his cache. He would return to the town and hunt out other treasures to add to his booty.
Bandit slipped out again, through Sophie’s window. This time he spied the bedroom window of Bobby Lawson, the local police officer. There was no fear of entrapment and Bandit snuck stealthily through the open window. Bobby Lawson was fast asleep, trapped within the deepest slumber.
Many of you know that police officers wear helmets, as part of their uniform. However, you may not be aware that current regulations also require helmets to be worn at all times, even during sleep. Bobby Lawson snored loudly, as he lay in his bed, with the helmet upon his head.
Sadly, for Bandit, it was at this point in the story that the dim night-time light and the cat’s short-sightedness came into play. As the moon’s light filtered in through the open window and shone upon Mr. Lawson, Bandit was convinced that there was a gigantic black fish, sitting upside down upon the head of the policeman. Within seconds, Bandit swiped the helmet from the head of the sleeping police officer and returned to Sophie’s bedroom. It was there that he added it to the pile of fish at the foot of Sophie’s bed.
Then Bandit slipped out again. This time he spied the bedroom window of Christian Godfellow, the local bishop. There was no fear of divine retribution and Bandit snuck stealthily through the open window. Christian Godfellow was fast asleep, trapped within the deepest slumber.
Many of you know that bishops wear mitres, as part of their outfit. However, you may not be aware that church regulations also require mitres to be worn at all times, even during sleep. Christian Godfellow snored loudly, as he lay in his bed, with the mitre upon his head.
Again, for Bandit, it was at this point in the story that the dim night-time light and the cat’s short-sightedness came into play. As the moon’s light filtered in through the open window and shone upon Rev. Godfellow, Bandit was convinced that there was a gigantic purple fish, sitting upside down upon the head of the bishop. Within seconds, Bandit swiped the headgear from the head of the sleeping bishop and returned to Sophie’s bedroom. It was there that he added it to the pile of fish at the foot of Sophie’s bed.
Bandit slipped out once again, through Sophie’s window. This time he spied the bedroom window of Dot Matrix, the local school teacher. There was no fear of detention and Bandit snuck stealthily through the open window. Dot Matrix was fast asleep, trapped within the deepest slumber.
Many of you know that teachers wear mortarboards, as part of their dress. However, you may not be aware that school regulations also require mortarboards to be worn at all times, even during sleep. Dot Matrix snored loudly, as she lay in her bed, with the cap upon her head.
Yet again, for Bandit, it was at this point in the story that the dim night-time light and the cat’s short-sightedness came into play. As the moon’s light filtered in through the open window and shone upon Mrs. Matrix, Bandit was convinced that there was a gigantic fishy plaice, sitting upside down upon the head of the teacher. Within seconds, Bandit swiped the cap from the head of the sleeping school mistress and returned to Sophie’s bedroom. It was there that he added it to the pile of fish at the foot of Sophie’s bed.
All through the night the cache grew and grew, as Bandit left Sophie’s bedroom and sneaked away to gain another prize. Each time, due to the poor night-time light and his own short-sightedness, Bandit returned with an item of head gear: something that he had mistakenly recognised as a gigantic and unusual fish. By the time that Sunday morning had arrived, there laid a huge pile of different hats, upon a foundation of fish, at the foot of Sophie’s bed. Bandit curled up into a ball of contented fur and purred with delight at his treasure. Then he finally fell into a deep slumber and the first rays of Sunday’s sunshine streamed into the room.
