Chapter Two
A quiet cat named, Shank and the people house
A little girl named McLean lived in this house.
It was a fine home, with large picture windows and a warm rock fireplace.
On many occasions, Mr. Poe-Sam would eat his fill of cat food as the quiet cat named “Shank” would watch.
It should be noted here that ordinarily, cats are not very friendly to opossums and can do great damage with their sharp teeth and claws.
Shank, however, was different. He was not particularly friendly, but he wasn’t naughty to Mr. Poe-Sam either. In fact, Shank couldn’t quite seem to figure out this strange animal, so he would just sit and watch as Poe-Sam sampled his dinner.
After a few moments, Poe-Sam would nod a “thank-you” to the soft, black and white cat and work his way to one of the picture windows to watch the people inside.
At times, when the weather was very cold, the people in McLean’s house would not only have a fire in the fireplace, but also a beautiful green tree filled with colorful lights. The people always seemed especially joyful on those occasions. They would sing and laugh. McLean’s mother and father always seemed to be focused intently on her. How bright and warm everything appeared.
Talk in the thick woods was that this season was called Christmas. It was a special time for all people. They celebrated as they remembered that God had come to earth to share His love and give His life for them. Because of the great love of the season, the people often gave gifts to one another. In fact, it was said that sometimes even the animals could feel the difference of the season.
The Christmastime was approaching. Poe-Sam knew, because the nights came so early now and the air grew so cold.
The silver opossum gingerly made his way toward the people house where McLean and Shank lived. Along the way he found the corner of a wonderful cookie with green sugar sprinkles on it.
“What a treasure!” he thought. So he stopped a few moments to enjoy the snack.
Next, he sniffed around the people house until he found Shank’s bowl of cat food. Shank was enjoying supper but he stepped aside to let Poe-Sam nibble a few moments.
Just then something caught Poe-Sam’s eye.
A flash of light? No, more like a glare or something glistening!
It had come from the large window at the back of McLean’s house. Poe-Sam peered inside.
It was the tree!
“I knew it!” he said, “I knew it must be that time again!”
Shank had turned his attention back to his unoccupied bowl of cat food. Mr. Poe-Sam just watched the warm smiles of the little family as they gently placed the precious shiny objects on the tree.
Mr. Poe-Sam was mesmerized. For quite some time, he stared at the shimmering gold and silver tinsel and decorations. He thought of the happy family, just inside the house and he remembered his little brother. He remembered how they played together, laughingly chasing one another through the trees of the thick wood. Around and around they would go, stopping only long enough to munch on a few acorns.
How he missed Cedric.
Poe-Sam was startled from his thoughts by a large shadow in the window… it was McLean! Then her father and then her mother! They were looking at him! He had been discovered!
It was a fine home, with large picture windows and a warm rock fireplace.
On many occasions, Mr. Poe-Sam would eat his fill of cat food as the quiet cat named “Shank” would watch.
It should be noted here that ordinarily, cats are not very friendly to opossums and can do great damage with their sharp teeth and claws.
Shank, however, was different. He was not particularly friendly, but he wasn’t naughty to Mr. Poe-Sam either. In fact, Shank couldn’t quite seem to figure out this strange animal, so he would just sit and watch as Poe-Sam sampled his dinner.
After a few moments, Poe-Sam would nod a “thank-you” to the soft, black and white cat and work his way to one of the picture windows to watch the people inside.
At times, when the weather was very cold, the people in McLean’s house would not only have a fire in the fireplace, but also a beautiful green tree filled with colorful lights. The people always seemed especially joyful on those occasions. They would sing and laugh. McLean’s mother and father always seemed to be focused intently on her. How bright and warm everything appeared.
Talk in the thick woods was that this season was called Christmas. It was a special time for all people. They celebrated as they remembered that God had come to earth to share His love and give His life for them. Because of the great love of the season, the people often gave gifts to one another. In fact, it was said that sometimes even the animals could feel the difference of the season.
The Christmastime was approaching. Poe-Sam knew, because the nights came so early now and the air grew so cold.
The silver opossum gingerly made his way toward the people house where McLean and Shank lived. Along the way he found the corner of a wonderful cookie with green sugar sprinkles on it.
“What a treasure!” he thought. So he stopped a few moments to enjoy the snack.
Next, he sniffed around the people house until he found Shank’s bowl of cat food. Shank was enjoying supper but he stepped aside to let Poe-Sam nibble a few moments.
Just then something caught Poe-Sam’s eye.
A flash of light? No, more like a glare or something glistening!
It had come from the large window at the back of McLean’s house. Poe-Sam peered inside.
It was the tree!
“I knew it!” he said, “I knew it must be that time again!”
Shank had turned his attention back to his unoccupied bowl of cat food. Mr. Poe-Sam just watched the warm smiles of the little family as they gently placed the precious shiny objects on the tree.
Mr. Poe-Sam was mesmerized. For quite some time, he stared at the shimmering gold and silver tinsel and decorations. He thought of the happy family, just inside the house and he remembered his little brother. He remembered how they played together, laughingly chasing one another through the trees of the thick wood. Around and around they would go, stopping only long enough to munch on a few acorns.
How he missed Cedric.
Poe-Sam was startled from his thoughts by a large shadow in the window… it was McLean! Then her father and then her mother! They were looking at him! He had been discovered!
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