A wonderful trip to the eight-tailed cat

I am a white-haired cat. There are only dark spots on the head and tail. Everyone calls me a "snowball."

One day I walked down the street and met a white-haired old man, but as I walked and read a book, one of my father’s ankles fell. I quickly apologized: "I'm sorry! Sorry!" The white-haired husband laughed: " Good boy, you are very polite! In fact, I am not an ordinary old man, I am a smart old man, do you want to cultivate into a fairy? I tell you. Every day you have to do many good things, every sixty years of the moon. In the night, as long as you meet a person's wishes, you can grow a tail. As long as you grow nine tails, you will become a fairy." After that, the white-haired old man disappeared. I thought about it and thought that this person is indeed a god, I believe him.

Once, on the way home, I saw a grandmother carrying a big pocket upstairs. She walked very hard. I went forward and said, "Grandma, let me help you!" I took the grandmother's hand. The bag, holding the grandmother upstairs. Grandma even thanked her: "It's a good boy!" I smiled and left.

Then, I saw a little girl sitting on the floor crying. I walked over and asked kindly: "Children, what happened to you?" She cried and said, "I fell, it hurts! Hey..." I will help you get up!" "Thank you!" I am happy to leave.

A week has passed, I have done countless good things!

Time flies, a blink of an eye, sixty years of fluency. On this full moon night, when I was thinking about satisfying someone with a wish, a grandfather who wanted a meal came to talk to me. I thought: This is a good time! "Old uncle, how do you feel?" "I am starving to death. My biggest wish now is to have a meal. Can you give me some food?" The old uncle said with a weak voice. "Okay! Wait a minute! I will be back soon!" I rushed home as fast as I could, sipping a bowl of fragrant rice, and a dish of steaming food, running back. "Old uncle! To you!" I was too tired to breathe. The old uncle finished eating, just about to return the plate, I began to rise! The miracle happened! When I came down, I was already a cat with two tails!

In the ten years after I grew eight tails, I was still doing good things.

One day, when I was helping a little girl to lie on the football in the middle of the road, I was hit by a bicycle, and then I went home.

The next morning, I had a terrible headache and could not get out of bed. Everyone hasn't seen me in these days - the famous eight-tailed cat came out and sent several people to my house. When they saw that I couldn't get up in bed, they were shocked. They hurriedly called the ambulance and sent me to the hospital. The doctor said that I had an incurable disease! All the people I have helped come to see me. Time passed by, my condition did not improve, and finally I couldn't even say anything. I have a lot of words in my heart to say, but no one can read my heart. Finally, I saw that my soul is slowly flying to heaven.

It is said that since then, there have been no more eight-tailed cats.

Sixth grade: very rich people