The Mystery of the Missing Butter

All of the following is fiction!

One day in the cats' house, Fuzz was content. She didn't know why. It was just that today was a happy day. She thought that nothing could spoil her happiness. But she was wrong.
She was under the sofa just like always. But then Tiny came running under the sofa shouting "thief."
"Where," asked Fuzz. "Don't play dumb with me," said Tiny. "You know that you stole the butter." No I didn't," protested Fuzz. "But you are the only one who likes butter," said Tiny. "Then somebody must be trying to make it look like I took the butter," said Fuzz." But who doesn't like you?," asked Tiny. "You are so nice." "I know who does," said Fuzz. "Who and why"asked Tiny. "Feathers," said Fuzz. "He doesn't like me because once when he made a mean joke about my tail I got angry and tried to scratch him. He has been trying to get back at me ever since then." "He must be mean,"said Tiny. He is," said Fuzz. "Come on. Let's not waste any time and go get the butter back, '' said Tiny.
Then they when outside. "Look there he is,"said Tiny. "Lets go up the tree and follow him,"said Fuzz. "Over there is the butter," said Tiny. "You grab the butter ,"said Fuzz. "I'll keep a look out." " Have the butter. Now lets get out before he finds out it is gone,'' said Tiny. They raced down the tree without making a sound and went into the house. "Do you want some to celebrate our victory?'' asked Tiny . "No thanks , all I need is a long nap," said Fuzz.