Story 28

Preschool days

Dante's POV

"Dante!" Lok cried. The young 4 year old ran up to me in that toddler fashion. He sniffled and wiped his nose.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"We can't get the kitty." He whimpered.

"Where's the kitty?" I asked again and he took me to the playground.

On top of one of the towers of the play structure, there was a white cat. It meowed and peered over the edge. But it had nowhere to jump as all the concerned children surrounded it. I climbed the tower and called it over. It slowly walked over to me and I carried it to the ground. It tensed up as the kids surrounded us.

"Hey, give them some room. He's still a little upset." Zhalia told them.

"Dante save the kitty!" Sophie told her. The girl tried to act like us, but she was still a little kid.

I soothingly whispered and petted the cat. It purred. I set it down and it walked over to the kids. They petted it. Lok and Viviane, Sophie's cousin, named him Cherit. Then recess was over and we got them to wash their hands and settled for nap time.

Dante's POV End