Revenge of the Calico Cat

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After Turtle got out of school, he and his pal Snake took a walk through the garment district. They got endless enjoyment just from watching the people go by. They marveled at all the different kinds of stuffies who lived here in Plush City. Snake made mental notes of everyone they passed.

A sock monkey in steel-toed boots. A fairy ballerina with cellophane wings and a bright pink tutu. A spider in a lacy white bonnet with a fly in velvet knee pants. A king in ermine cape and gold foil crown, pushing a toothless tiger in a wheelchair. A little green man with a propeller-headed whatsitz on a leash. An Indian brave in a war bonnet with an eye-patched pirate on a peg leg. Plush City was like a Fourth of July parade every day of the year.

The sun sequin was still riding high in a cloudless sky. What a great place! Snake was so fucking glad she'd come here when she died.

Turtle and Snake wove their way through the sidewalk racks of the cut-rate doll clothing merchants. It was a sunny Friday afternoon in July of 1931. The pushcarts of the food vendors filled the air with the smells of roasted franks and hot pretzels. The kids passed the storefronts of the arm and leg sellers on Scrap Street between Rockabye and Velveteen, and all the little appliance repair shops and delicatessens and eye stores on the side streets.

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