When times were hard for stray or abandoned animals in the big cities because there was little food around, there was a black and white cat named Patches. She was lying on a stack of crumpled boxes lazily licking herself, when a pigeon came by and dropped a morsel of food next to her. “That’s my boy.” Patches slyly spoke. “Maybe next time you can keep three-fourths of your food.” “Yes, Patches. Thank you Patches,” the frightened pigeon squeaked. Then another pigeon flew to Patches and dropped only a seed next to the much larger piece of food. “Wait a minute!” Patches called to the pigeon, who was running away. “What’s this?” “Well…uh…well. It’s been a slow week, you know?” stuttered the terrified pigeon. “All right,” sighed Patches. “I’ll spare you this time, but next time all your food comes to me!” Now the pigeons had a serious problem. Half of their food had to go to Patches because she would eat them if they didn’t. They had to do something about it… While Patches was still asleep one lovely morning, a rather large pigeon perched on a telephone wire nearby. Just as Patches woke-up, she noticed a big, juicy piece of chicken, which was in the pigeon’s beak. She wanted it. She quickly hurried over to the telephone wire, looked-up to where the pigeon was rested and called out, “Please let me have that piece of chicken. I’ll let you have all your food for the rest of the week!” “All of it?” questioned the pigeon. Now the pigeon had to open his mouth to say that, and because the piece of chicken was in his mouth, it dropped when he spoke and fell right into Patches’ mouth. “Yes, all of it!” laughed Patches triumphantly. As she licked up the last of the chicken, her mouth began to burn and her eyes started to water because the red juicy sauce on the chicken was hot sauce! Patches frantically started to search for water, and then dashed off out of sight. The large pigeon, who was still on the telephone wire, flew off to tell his friends about his victory, and Patches learned to share with her fellow animals.
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