Once in the middle of July a little boy named Ralph got a new pet for his birthday. On July 20th he really didn't know what it was. He wished he knew for it was hard for a 5 year old to figure out.

Just then his mother came. She said "What's the trouble?"

Ralph told the whole story.

"Well, I don't know what it is either, dear," said his mother.

So his troubles went on.

Just then his sister came in. She wasn't any help at all. She was just a big tease. She began to tease him like saying, "Oh, the poor baby has problems."

Ralph knew what to do about her. "Oh shut up!" he said.

Then he grabbed a blanket and pretended that he was Count Dracula. She shrieked and ran away when all Ralph said was "I want to suck your blood."

Then he began to think again about his new pet and he wondered and wondered what it was. He wondered how he would ever know what it was.

About 10 days later a letter came in the mail addressed to Ralph S. Jones. He opened the envelope and read: "Dear Nephew, I hope you got that Dormouse I sent you for your birthday. He comes from England. Love, Uncle Huckle."

"Oh ho, so that is what this pet is. I will tell my Mom, my Dad and all my friends.

The End