Fanny

On a beautiful island called Serendipity. On the south side of the island an old wooden fence. The fence stretched for miles and miles with only sweet smelling lilac and an occasional honeysuckle rose. At the very end of the fence was an old farm nestled at the top of a wooded hill. The farm was filled with all sorts of animals: chickens, cows and a herd of sheep. It was here that lived a fluffy, grey cat named Fanny. In many ways Fanny was an ordinary cat. She had an ordinary long, swishy tail like all other cats. She had ordinary green eyes that looked at all the world in wonder like all the other cats. Ordinary, yes, but different too for Fanny had but three legs. Regardless that she had but three legs she got around pretty well. In fact she needed no help from any of the other animals in the barnyard. Oddly, the other farm animals never talked to Fanny because they felt it was kind of embarrassing to talk to a creature that was handicapped. It took the love of a little dog-named Ruby to teach one that entire handicap is but a state of mind. Ages 5-9