Hi guys. If you haven't read my recent story good for you! It sucked. So you have the pleasure of reading my one-page stories. If you have read, sorry but this is my first time, so lay back on me.

Anyway this is a Looney Tunes fanfic. My mom introduced it to me when I was younger and I fell in love with it. I try to watch the recent Looney Tunes show, but can't find the time. When I do, it hurts to laugh. I shall also be writing one page Anamaniacs stories because I love them too. I will being one page stories, then 2 page stories then 3 until I have a full fledged chapter story. Anyway, Read on and review!

Disclaimer: *sniff sniff* Looney Tunes belong to Warner Bros. Studios and Chuck Jones, the man who created them, and Mel Blanc, who voiced them, and all the others who helped.

A Peaceful Evening

Sylvester purred and rubbed his head against Granny's arm, who was scratching behind his ears. She smiled down at him. Tweety was resting on her finger, which was raised to her cheek. Tweety rubbed his head against her cheek, which Granny responded with a laugh. Usually Sylvester would be jealous and try to gain more attention, but tonight was a night to relax.

It was the middle of winter and there was a huge blizzard blazing outside. The power had gone out and the only warmth they had were the candles, the blankets, and the roaring fire Granny had built. All three were sitting on the rug in front, and enjoying the warmth while it lasted. The grand clock chimed 8:00 pm and no one had any energy to do something nor did they want to.

"Ah, my sweetums," Granny said, smiling to each of her pets. "Despite the cold snow outside, we are safe and warm in here, happy to our content."

Sylvester purred in agreement, and Tweety just nodded his head. Yawning, Sylvester stretched out, his claws extending and retracting. Tweety raised his head at him, and went back to sleep. Granny quietly got up and put the sleeping canary in his cage, where he swung there, asleep. Sylvester stretched and slunk to his cat bed, where he entwined himself as he laid down. He smiled as Granny wrapped a blanket on him. Tweety already had a small cloth that had been embroidered as a blanket around him. Kissing Sylvester, Granny whispered goodnight to her beloved pets and went to bed herself.

Well. That's my story. No dialogue, only descriptions of love and family. Stay tuned for the next story.

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