The Fallen Star

Every night Couscous could be found on the window sill staring up at the night sky with his tail hanging down over the radiator. His nose would be pressed against the glass as he counted stars.

Couscous liked counting stars. No matter how long he sat with his breath steaming up the glass he could never count them all before the sun came up or his eyes would close. Sometimes Ababa, Couscous' best friend, would pull up her chair so Couscous could curl up on her lap and together they would count the night lights as Ababa stroked his fur.

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