Dabbling in story-telling

Inspired by the recent introduction of little animals into my life, I have decided to write a story about their encounters... be forewarned it may come in many little installments...

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Once upon a time, there were four animals... a cat (meeeeoow), a monkey (ee ee ee, scratch scratch), a pig 

(oink oink) and a koala (huh? Oh me... )

{Narrator (looks at the koala and rolls her eyes: yes... you koala... yes... you are bun and slow as usual.}

By some strange coincidence, their paths crossed and the four of them met and got along well with one another.

The domesticated animals, the cat and the pig, would introduce farm life to the wild animals, the monkey and the koala. The monkey and the koala ooh-ed and aah-ed at the comfort of being cared for by loving owners, at the thought of having warm beds and yummy food provided and most of all, being patted and tickled on the belly.

Conversely, the monkey and the koala would tell the cat and the pig what it is like to have twinkling stars as their canopy and rustling crisp leaves as their beds and most of all, the freedom of choosing what they like to eat for their meal.

They would arrange to meet at some watering hole when time permits and exchange stories of what has happened to them.

{Narrator winks at the audience:  and this begins the stories of what happens to these four little animals.}