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Date Posted: 08:50:25 10/30/03 Thu
Author: Ana Carolina de Carvalho
Subject: TASK 4 WRITING

One morning, Mr. Finkle woke up and did not find Toodles,
his cat, next to him in bed. He couldn't understand
it...Toodles always stayed in bed until he woke up. They
would go together and get the newspaper and sit and have
tea and cookies together. But today was different!
Toodles was not in bed where she should have been.

Mr. Finkle was not the kind of person to panic however,
so after searching the whole house he went out to look
for her in his very neat yard. He knew that Toodles'
favorite place to nap was in the Daffodil patch, and even
though it wasn't nap time he still decided to look for
her there. When he didn't find her, Mr. Finkle started
to wonder where she could be.

Now one thing Mr. Finkle had was a very active
imagination. He noticed that lately Toodles had been
reading an unusually high number of adventure books
lately and couldn't help wondering if she had decided to
have one of her own. Just then he saw Toodles coming out
from behind the Lilac bushes with a very sly smile on her
face, and he knew that indeed she had been up to
something very exciting.

Toodles sat next to Mr. Finkle at the kitchen table, and
while he poured her a cup of tea, she began to tell him
about her adventure...

Toodles had been busy from dusk to dawn trying to solve
the mystery of the fish-shop. Lately, all the fish was
being poisoned and two or three of her buddies had died
because of that. She spent all night investigating the
causes and the suspects, she fussed around for any proof
that might lead her to the author of such crime. As she
was walking down a dark alley snooping the cardboard
boxes and the garbage bins where some lads usually sleep
in she tripped over an old trashcan and fell into a
hole.

The hole was deep. Dark. Cold. It had a damp smell and
was the last place Toodles had wished to be. All of a
sudden a bright light beamed right into her blueish eyes
and blinded her. The next thing she felt was a hardness
on her rear end. She fell pretty hard on it. And they
say cats can master a fall from a tall height. When
Toodles opened her eyes wide she saw a savannah which
vanished into the horizon. She ran free with wild
animals and the wind on her face when a pack of elephants
came running in her direction. Before she closed her
eyes and covered her head with her paws she only had time
to think, "I'm dead meat".

That's when she heard a squeaky sound that grew louder
and louder. She opened her eyes. She was in the middle
of Marginal Tietê, in Sao Paulo at 6:30 pm and the sound
was nothing but a traffic whistle produced by a
policeman who was trying to organize the mess
created by the anxiety of people getting off of work on a Friday straight to the coast.

One more time she closed her eyes in great despair. Only this time nothing happened. The squeaky sound was still there. She opened her eyes. A car was coming her direction and there was not much she
could do. She was run over.

Mr. Finkle woke up, sweat coming down his face and neck.
He had a hard, hissing breath, he could hear and feel his
heart beating. He looked around the room and checked
for Toodles. Yes, she was there. He searched through her for scratches or bruises of any
kind. He was relieved. He realized this had been
nothing but a dream. Toodles just had her paws stained
with dirt, dry grass, some mud...

"Wait a minute!", he thought, " could this be?"

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