The Scream

The Scream

Lizzy's grandma was making soup. Lizzy and Kim were watching. Grandma's cat Babs was watching, too. “ We have to go to see the doctor tomorrow, " Grandma told Lizzy. “ It's time for your check-up and your shot. ”

“ I don't need to get a shot, ” Lizzy said. “ I'm not sick! ” “ Lizzy, every little girl needs her shots. You know that, ” said Grandma. “ I know that it will hurt! ” said Lizzy.

“ A shot is not so bad, ” Kim said. “ I just close my eyes and say ‘snake spit’three times. ” “ No shots! ” said Lizzy. “ I can cheer you up, ” Kim said. She put a carrot top on her head like a hat. “ Look! ” she said. Lizzy and Grandma looked.

Lizzy turned around. “ Watch out! ” she said. “ Babs is going to jump on the counter. ” Then Grandma screamed! It was a loud scream. It was a scream that rattled the pots and pans. That cat got out of there, fast! “ Grandma! What is it?” Lizzy asked.

“ That's how I keep that cat off my clean counter, " Grandma said. “ She hates loud noises. Besides, I enjoy a good scream now and then. ” “ I think she scratched you, ” Kim said. She pointed at Grandma's arm. Grandma looked down at her arm. “ I guess she did. But she didn't mean to scratch me. And it's just a tiny scratch. ”