
I dedicate this book to my friend Nora, who lives in North Carolina. I hope you are having fun, see you soon bye!

Once upon a time, there was a cat named Quincy who had 2 sisters. Quincy was not like all other cats. She liked to play the piano. Quincy loved to eat strawberries juicy and soft, while she played the piano

Quincy's sisters could not understand her love for the piano. They spent time perfecting their looks, not creating music like Quincy.

The big house that was white, that they lived in, was not big enough to hide Quincy's music. Their house always smelled like freshly baked cookies. It was always cold near their house too like the arctic.

Even the fancy headphones that the cats' mom bought them all could not block out Quincy's soothing, but loud musical melodies on the piano.

One afternoon when it was raining cats and dogs, Quincy was sitting on her stool at the piano and her sisters decided to play a prank on her.

They hid inside the piano, and made it sound just awful when Quincy tried to play her favorite tune, Somewhere Over the Rainbow.

Quincy ran to her mom and cried, "There's something wrong with my piano!" Her mother told her, "The piano is too much Quincy. If it's broken, it's gone for good."


The next day when Quincy woke up to try her piano again, it was GONE. Quincy's dad had moved it outside to garage since it wasn't working. Garbage day was the next day.

Quincy ran to her room, pulled the sheets over her head and cried like a baby. And then she cried some more. She could not imagine her life without her music on the piano.

The next day Quincy sat in the garage next to her piano. She was still so sad. She would not be the same without being able to play.

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I dedicate this book to my friend Nora, who lives in North Carolina. I hope you are having fun, see you soon bye!

Once upon a time, there was a cat named Quincy who had 2 sisters. Quincy was not like all other cats. She liked to play the piano. Quincy loved to eat strawberries juicy and soft, while she played the piano

Quincy's sisters could not understand her love for the piano. They spent time perfecting their looks, not creating music like Quincy.

The big house that was white, that they lived in, was not big enough to hide Quincy's music. Their house always smelled like freshly baked cookies. It was always cold near their house too like the arctic.

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