C is for Coraline – brave little girl
Who unlocks the door to a whole different world.
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The young adventurer trekked through the mud, a cat clinging unhappily to her raincoat as the mist parted. She paused after a few meters, and smiled.
A gushing waterfall greeted her warmly, and the cat's ears flattened upon its head distastefully.
The adventurer's name was Coraline Jones. She was the daughter of Mel and Charlie Jones, and she was exploring. Wybie was at home with a cold, so he couldn't come to romp in the wilderness with her.
Coraline waded into the stream. It wasn't moving as fast as she'd thought, but she was careful not to slip, or else the cat would lecture her in its own mammalian way.
She made it across, but lost her balance as she gained a footing on the shore's first rock. Almost lost her balance, anyway.
With an undignified yowl, the cat's claws latched on too late, and they slid off of the raincoat. A loud "SPLASH!" rather told the rest of the story.
Coraline whipped around to look at the sopping cat, whose eyes put on a rather astonishing show of antipathy. She resisted the urge to giggle at its fur, which was dripping, and its eyes, which constantly had to blink water out.
CORALINE! I SWEAR THAT IF IT IS THE LAST THING I DO, I WILL…
She picked the poor cat up and held it close to her body. She then tromped back home, which took about ten minutes, and almost dropped the cat when she saw the little Wybie doll at her front porch, with a black key tied to it…
Note: Thank you to Archery Shootingstar Bright for reviewing!
Second Note: I'm bursting to write the letter "I"!
