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had helped her. She was confused.

She stood there in the rain and thought about that for a few minutes then

turned and headed to the barn again. As she got near the barn she was

wondering where she could go to hide since her friends didn’t want her

around anymore. “Nobody wants a stinky, muddy little kitten as a friend”

she said to herself.

Then she thought she was feeling the raindrops more than she had when

she was climbing the hill. She turned her head and looked at her tail. The

mud was gone from her tail. She looked at her back and the mud was gone

from her back too. She looked at her paws and her sides and her tummy.

She couldn’t see any mud anywhere. The rain had washed away all of the

mud. She was no longer a muddy little kitten.

The little kitten went into the barn. She rolled in some straw to get dry.

When she was as dry as the straw could get her she decided to lick herself

dry the rest of the way.

She started to lick herself like kittens do. She licked her back. She licked

her paws. She licked her tail and her tummy too. She was almost dry when

she suddenly stopped.

She sniffed her back. She sniffed her paws. She sniffed her tail and her

tummy too. “Hey” she said aloud. “I don’t smell like onions anymore.”

Sure enough, the mud had soaked up the smell of the onions and the rain

had washed away the mud. The smell of onions was gone from the friendly

little kitten.

She was so happy she did a happy kitten dance. She stood on her back

paws and put her front paws by her tummy. She twirled around twice