The Kit From Red Bank
Benson was very amused by Bullpuss' story of how the Ginger Nuts met Bobby Bunny and, after a refreshing round of farmyard cat snacks, wanted to return the compliment with a story of his own.
Tigtoes and Squimps had joined the group as they heard Bullpuss reaching the end of their story and Mrs Benson and several of their extensive family were sitting attentively waiting for Benson to begin.
"This story, my dear Ginger Nuts friends, concerns a distant cousin of mine, who used to live further over in the Lake District," explained Benson, "a fine black and white fellow like myself, who was taken by his people to live in the handsome seaside resort of Lyme Regis.
"You know, Bullpuss, how you and Squimps often do jokes in your special voices where you copy the tone of William Clawed Duck In Field, well, my cousin, also called Clawed, tends to talk like that all the time.
He quickly adapted to the more cultured way of life in a southern seaside resort and built up a wide ranging territory, with lots of friends to call upon and very few enemies to avoid.
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