Want a kiss?

Fish set up his kissing boof on the first snowy morning ob winter, wiff a tiny red hat pulled down snug between his ears. He didn’t know exactly why anyone would want to kiss a small gray rat, but Reuben said it was “for charity,” and Fish liked charity. Also tips (for cheese).

He clutched his snack wiff both paws, eyes wide and hopeful, sitting as straight as he could behind the little table. The cup beside him rattled softly as snowflakes fell, and ebery time someone walked by, Fish leaned forward just a bit, as if to say, “I am bery professional and ready.”

Most passersby smiled. Some laughed. A few dropped coins in the cup just because they couldn’t resist him. Fish decided that eben if no kisses were exchanged, it was still a success — he made people happy, earned enough for cheese later, and stayed warm wiff his friends nearby.

All in all, Fish concluded it was a bery good day to be small, sweet, and just a little bit brabe.