In a sunny, fuzzy, green garden, a tiny tabby kitten named Mittens began his whiskerful adventure.
With a wiggle and a waggle, Mittens wondered, 'Whiskers, whiskers, what will we find today?'
Mittens trotted past the bouncing, bopping bumblebees, buzzing like busy little balloons.
He followed the finicky fragrance of fish, floating through the air like a song.
His belly rumbled like a tiny drum, 'Rum-tum-tum,' it grumbled.
Through the tickly tall grass, Mittens saw a wriggly, waggly worm.
'Hello there!' he chirped with a purr, 'Have you seen any tasty treats?'
The worm wiggled and giggled, 'Over by the bubbly brook you'll find a banquet!'
Off Mittens went, tiptoeing on the stones, splash-splash-splash!
There they were, fish with flickering tails and fanciful scales. 'Oh, what a feast!'
Content and full, Mittens curled up by the brook, dreaming of tomorrow’s whiskerful wonders.
And so, as night fell, the moon whispered, 'Sweet dreams, curious kitty.'
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