This is the story of a beautiful, red Irish Setter named Brandy and her best friend, Squeak, who is a handsome black cat. They hear about Morning Glory, a miniature donkey who needs rescuing, and they are determined to help her. Read about their adventures and escapades as they run to her rescue.
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Saving Morning Glory
By JONI SPANGLER, Avery Liell-Kok
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A red Irish Setter named Brandy and a black cat called Squeak were best friends. They lived in a comfy and cozy house surrounded by flowers and trees. Sometimes they would sit and look out the window and watch the deer play in the field. Sometimes they would curl up on their human mommy's bed and cuddle together in a big, fluffy quilt. At other times, they would stretch out on their blanket in front of the fireplace. But wherever they decided to spend their day, it was always together.
It was a beautiful day in early October. Their human mommy had just left for work, after kissing them good-bye and telling them to be good.
"I love to be kissed and petted," said Squeak. He found a spot in the sun and prepared for his first catnap of the day.
"Don't get too comfortable," said Brandy. "We have things to do and people to see. The word on the street is that a fellow furry is in trouble, and you and I need to do something. If we don't help, who will?"
"Tell me what you heard. Who needs help? I'm all ears!"
"Lacey, the golden retriever next door, heard this from Camille, the duck down the street, who heard it from the tabby cat who lives in that big, yellow house on the corner. She's always been a reliable source of information. She says that a miniature donkey named Morning Glory is not being treated very well. Morning Glory lives on a small farm just outside of town and gets no attention and very little care. We're all God's creatures and deserve to be treated with love. So, my friend, are you going to help me check this out?"
"I'm way ahead of you, Red! Let's roll!"
The two friends did their special handshake to seal the deal. Oops ... I mean pawshake. Brandy raised her large, red paws, and Squeak raised his small, black paws, and they did a little dance together. It was very cute. I wish you could have seen it.
First on the list was getting out of the house since Mommy had locked the doors. Brandy and Squeak believed the doors were locked to keep others out ... not to keep them in. They did what they had done many times before. Squeak leaped on top of Brandy's back and twisted the doorknob. Talk about easy! They were out, and they were off!
They ran fast and reached the edge of town where Morning Glory lived in record time. The driveway was overgrown with bushes and weeds. The grass was taller than Squeak and almost as tall as Brandy.
"Where are we?" whispered Squeak. "Are we in a jungle? Haven't these people heard of a lawnmower?"
"Maybe that's why they have Morning Glory," said Brandy. "To keep the weeds down. There's plenty to eat here. How could she go hungry?"
The two furries pushed their way through the brush and finally saw a small house and an even smaller barn.
"I'll climb this tree," said Squeak. "Maybe I can see Morning Glory." And up the tree he went as fast as a little monkey. He stopped on a strong branch about twenty feet up.
"Pssssst," said Brandy. "What do you see?"
"Lots and lots of trees," replied Squeak. "And lots and lots of weeds and a very tiny barn that's falling down. It's all fenced in and looks like it has a very secure gate as well. Morning Glory must be in that little barn because I don't see her anywhere else. There's also a small house that could definitely use a paint job, and I see an old man sound asleep on the porch. But no Morning Glory!"
"Well, you stay here and be the lookout, okay? Stay on high alert. I'll make my way over to the barn and hopefully find Morning Glory."
Brandy pushed her way through the maze of trees and underbrush and headed in the direction of the barn. The gate was padlocked, but being on the slim side, she was able to slip in between the posts. When she peeked into the dark interior of the barn, she saw Morning Glory tied to a post and frantically swatting at flies with her tail.
"Yoo-hoo, Morning Glory," whispered Brandy. Brandy was keeping the noise level down just in case the old man was a light sleeper. Brandy whispered the donkey's name a little louder. "Yoo-hoo, Morning Glory." The miniature donkey raised her head and looked at Brandy, and her eyes got bigger and bigger. She was so excited to see someone. This was sure to be the highlight of her day.
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