🎂 Two Birthdays in a Row

Fuzz woke up on the third of October with his tongue already out, which was normal, and a big grin, which was extra. It was his birthday! He jumped off his cushion and the bell on his red collar went jingle-jingle.

"Happy birthday, Fuzz!" said Cola, peeking around the door. Her blue eyes sparkled and her turquoise collar shone in the sun. She was holding a tiny present wrapped in a leaf.

Fuzz opened it. Inside was a feather. Not just any feather, but the fluffiest, wiggliest feather in the whole garden. "I found it for you," said Cola, fluttering her eyelashes. Fuzz chased it all morning and laughed so much that his big sideways ears flopped about.

That night, Fuzz could not sleep. "Tomorrow is the fourth of October," he whispered. "Cola's birthday!" He had no present. He tiptoed around the house looking for something special. A sock? Too smelly. A button? Too small.

Then he had an idea. In the morning, he took Cola to the sunny windowsill, the warmest spot in the whole house, and he gave it to her for the entire day. He even sat outside the window to keep it nice and quiet.

Cola stretched out in the golden sunshine and purred like a little engine. "This is the best present ever," she said. "Two birthdays in a row means two days of being best friends extra hard," said Fuzz. And they were.