A Practical Joke

When I was four years old, I had a cat, Briciola. She was very nice with grey fur, green eyes and long white whiskers. I felt very attracted by its whiskers, so, one fine day, I cut one of them with a pair of scissors. I didn't know that they were important for her, and, when my mother discovered my joke, she became rabid and I cried all the day.

Elena