I must tell you about my pet which my uncle Frank brought me from
California. It was a dear little horned toad. It was very
affectionate, and had a soft yellow breast and two horns, one on
each side of its head. I kept it in a big box of sand, and uncle
called it Cutey, it was so cute. One day it was very cold, and
Cutey shivered so I covered him up in the box, and put him on the
register; then I went off, and forgot my poor little toad. When I
came back my toad was dead, and I cried very hard, for I felt
naughty to have forgotten my pet. I have some more pets, and some
time I will tell you about them; but I am afraid this is too long.