The Third Night
I live behind the kitchen wall. I am little, and I am not brave. But every night I try to become a little better.
On the first night, I put my nose out. The kitchen is big and dark. The cat sleeps by the door. I go back.
On the second night, I walk to the leg of the table. That is very far for me. I count to ten. Then I go back.
On the third night, I walk past the cat. Is this possible? Yes! I take a piece of bread from the floor.
The cat opens one eye.
Now I am behind the wall again, with the bread. Every night I become a little braver. I am also very fast.
