Dear Rosie and Connie –

My name is William Carl Benz. But, Connie probably already knows that. I am Donna Redmond's nephew.

Now, what do I write. I like to write! I write fictional stories for my blog.

Lilly Anastasia Benz is my sister. She's sending you some stuff she made. Her thing is origami. She says Hi!

I don't know much about you. But, I'd like to make you a little happier right now. So, I'm going to attempt to write you a short story. Just for you, Rosie.

Here I go!

Once upon a time, there was a cat who HATED water. It hated water so much, that it stayed inside. That is until it met a flower. The flower said hello to the cat from outside the window. The cat mewled hello back!

The cat identified the flower as a rose. The rose was a beautiful white rose. It was the only white rose among a bunch of red roses. She stood out for her kindness and purity.

Now, the cat loved to play in the house. It played all the time, with anything it could find. But, it was lonely. It was so, so happy when the rose said hello. It literally fell off the window sill! Ouch! That must have hurt.

The cat was ready to venture out into the garden to meet the graceful white rose.  But, it was wary of the sprinklers around the garden. The cat wondered…..what could it do so as not to get wet? Hmmm…..

The cat looked around the house. Somehow, it found scuba gear that fit it like a glove!

The cat put all the gear on. The cat ended up looking sorta like a fish. But, it didn't care. It was going to meet his new friend!

The white rose was watching all this time. It smiled. It was so excited that the cat was coming out to meet her.

The cat, surprisingly, found a doggie door! It slipped through the door and went outside. Now, this was the cat's first time out. But, it recognized everything in the garden that it saw from the window.

He was half way there when the sprinklers turned on and the cat was in the open!!!

The wet suit helped but the poor cat had to run through the garden and then he hid behind a bush. It just so happened that it was the same bush that the rose lived on!

The cat looked up and was happy that he found the flower. He jumped for joy. The cat was not even afraid of water anymore.

He and the flower became best friends and they lived happily ever after.

THE END.

 Author's note: So, that's the story. I hope you enjoy it. Can you guess who the rose is? And who was the cat? Every rose should have a friend like this cat, willing to jump through water to become better friends.

Love and hugs,

William Carl Benz