THE RESCUE OF SILVER TOES

Evening Post, Volume CXX, Issue 6, 6 July 1935, Page 20

THE RESCUE OF SILVER TOES

SMILE AWHILE

Silver Toes danced round the edge of the kitchen sink trying to catch the soapy bubbles before they ran down the little hole. He tried to keep on the edge and not wet his paws, but he was so excited he forgot sometimes. Most kittens don't love playing with water but Silver Toes does, and his mother Kitsy does, too. When Silver Toes .was six weeks old he followed Mary into the washhouse on Monday morning. He had such fun chasing the little trickles of water that ran between the bricks and then down under the iron grid to the drain. Kitsy came to- find him^ but went away and left him. "He's quite safe with Mary," she thought, as he lay in the sun on the dining-room, sofa. Mary poured a tubful of soapy water down the drain. Silver Toes danced round the grid trying to' catch the foamy bubbles. But the water would not run away properly, so Mary lifted off the grid and poked with a little stick.. "I must go and get something longer," she said to herself, and off she went. Silver Toes went very close and looked in. The water was running down quickly now. As the last little streaiTi flowed along and was just going over the edge Silver -Toes dabbed at a big bubble, missed it, andKslipped headfirst into the drainpipe. ■ Just then Mary came back with a long stick. ''Why, all the water's run down now," she said. "But what's that little black thing sticking up?., Oh, dear, it's Silver Toes's tail!" , . Mary knelt down in all the wet. She didn't mind what happened if she could rescue Silver Toes. She put her arm down as far as she could and just touched the tip of the tail. Silver Toes was terribly frightened, and when he felt something touch his tail he crawled a little farther down. Mary couldn't possibly reach him now. How Kitsy knew something was the matter' nobody knows, but she came dashing along to the washhouse. "There, he's down there." . Mary pointed down the drain. Just at that moment Silver Toes must have backed up a little way, for the very end of his tail showed. Down went Kitsy. There were terrible squeals and Kitsy began struggling up; but down she slipped, bang. In a moment or two worse squeals from Silver Toes, and Kitsy's tail began to mount. Mary put* her arm down and caught hold of Kitsy's. tail and held on. As Kitsy scrambled up backwards Mary could reach her back, and she pulled, and Kitsy pulled, and after a very hard pull Kitsy stood on the washhouse floor with Silver Toes hanging from her mouth by his poor little tail. Kitsy picked him up by the back of his neck and carried him into the

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