Stop That Milk Truck
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When I was five, the milk truck came to our house once a week. My little kitty, Snickers, loved the milk truck. I think she smelled the cream, and once I even saw her lick up some milk that had spilled on the ground.

One summer day, I heard the milk truck leaving, and I watched a black ball of fur ride away. I ran crying, "Mommy, kitty's stuck in the milk truck!"

My mom picked me up, grabbed her car keys, and jumped in the car. She revved up the engine and headed down the driveway. Faster and faster she drove, honking the horn and flashing the lights.

The milk man saw us and pulled over. "You ladies must really need some more milk," he laughed.

"Not really," my mom sighed, "but our kitty does." With a loud meow our kitty jumped off the milk truck and pranced over to the car. We noticed milk on her whiskers, and we all pointed at her.

"I'll see if I can get kitty a job as the milk taster at our company!" the driver said.

1. Q: What happened to Snickers in the story?

   A: She liked milk and jumped on the milk truck. She got to go home when her owners found her. (or something similar from the story.)

2. Q: How did the driver feel when he heard a horn honk and saw lights flashing?

   A: He laughed because he knew it was people on his milk route, or: He was not afraid.

3. Q: What might Snickers' owners do the next time the milk truck stops by?

A: Keep her safely in the house.
(An appropriate prediction is acceptable)