"You good-for-nothing!" scolded Cook, pulling his ear. "Tell me, who drank the milk?"
It was very painful, but Moorka pretended not to understand anything. He had suddenly become speechless! Then he was thrown out of the kitchen.
Behind the door, he shook himself, smoothed his ruffled fur, curved his tail and said:
"If I were Cook, all the cats would drink milk day and night. However, I am not angry with my Cook, because this is something she can never really understand!"
BED TIME
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LITTLE Verotchka's one little eye is falling asleep. Verotchka's one little ear is falling asleep.