Disclaimer: I do not own any cartoon characters; or the cartoons.
I hope you like the story
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Sylvester's quietly sneaking along the wall. Tweety's in his cage, singing a song. Sylvester moved to right under the cage; then he opened the door. Tweety saw him, quickly flew out of his cage, and out an open window.
"Rats," Sylvester said, snapping his fingers, "I missed him again."
With Tweety gone, there was nothing to do; so he decided to take a nap until Granny got home from the store.
When she got home, she said, "Oh Tweety, look what I got for you!"
She looked over at the cage, and a look of surprise crossed her face, "Tweety?"
She noticed the cage door hanging open. "Sylvester? Where's Tweety?"
He shrugged.
"Oh, and I suppose he got out by himself?"
He nodded.
"I don't think so, Sylvester!"
Then, he pointed to the window.
"He flew out the window?"
A look of guilt crossed Sylvester's face, and he nodded.
"Alright. You will stay outside. When Tweety comes back, you can come in. Until then, you stay out!"
Granny put him outside, and he gave her a sad look.
"I'm sorry, Sylvester!" she said, then closed the door.
"Great," Sylvester said to himself. "Now what? I know - I'll look for the bird."
Since he wanted back inside, he looked quickly.
Behind a tree? - No!
In a garbage can? - No! Behind it? - No!
Behind a lamp post? - No!
Behind the house? - No!
Across the street? - No!
Down the block? - No!
"Well, where is he?!" Sylvester said, getting frustrated. He sat down beside a tree, the same one he had looked at earlier. He was leaning against it, when he heard a voice, "Are you looking for something?"
Wait a minute! That voice belongs to Tweety. He looked up - toward the voice. And, sure enough, saw Tweety. Had he been up there the whole time? Sylvester, annoyed with Tweety, climbed the tree and grabbed him. Then he tried to go inside, but Granny had locked the door. Keeping Tweety in his right front paw, he knocked with his left.
Granny opened the door, "Sylvester, I thought I told you--"
Sylvester held out his hand with Tweety in it.
"Oh, Tweety, there you are," Granny said, taking him into her own hands, "You shouldn't fly away like that."
Granny put Tweety back in his cage, and let Sylvester back in the house.
Later that night, when Granny had gone to bed, Sylvester tried again to get Tweety. He went over to the cage, but just as he was about to open the cage door, Tweety said, "So, Putty 'tat? Where should I go this time?"
Sylvester backed away, and went back to the rug, where he liked to sleep.
From then on, Sylvester still chased Tweety – he just ALWAYS made sure that all the windows in the house were shut!
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The End