This is my 9-year-old Granddaughter's version:
Garfield was just waking up and opened his eyes. John came in and opened the curtains to let in a bright ray of sunshine. "You should really let some sunshine in here Garfield!", Garfield hissed and hid his face in the blanket. He finally got out of bed for breakfast and stared at his brown cat food. "I'm getting bored of this boring cat food", thought Garfield. He eyed around to see if anybody was watching and tipped his food out so John could trip and Garfield could gobble up the steak. John got up to get his eggs and tripped on the food. His fork fell out of his hands and each prong went with it. Garfield took his chances and jumped onto the seat to start on the steak. My daily routine, he thought. "Fine! I've lost my appetite. Let's switched on the TV instead!", barked John. John picked up his watering can and watered each frond of his freshly grown fern with care. Then Garfield, John and Odie sat in front of the TV. They flipped through the different channels. "How to drown"? NO. The baby show's "How to cronk like a goose"? NO. "When the Queen put on her crown". NO. "The noisy family"? NO. "The lasagne show"? YES. A frown fell over John's face. "Hey Garfield, do you know what happened to my lasagne I baked yesterday? I placed it on the cooking rack to cool and it seemed to have vanished!", said John, narrowing his eyes at Garfield. Garfield blushed and said while his eyes were glued to the screen, "Don't look at me like you always do, it could have been Odie for once!" John stared down at Odie who was yipping excitedly and staring at screen waiting for the show to begin. He sure did look innocent if he was the thief! John stared back at Garfield and crossed his arms. Garfield turned the other direction and mumbled, "Me, first suspect on everything, I mean it could be Odie for a change, I think we have a tattletale in this house! Unless its just that John knows I'm the lasagne lover here!"
This is my version:
Finney was in a gRumpy mood, as usual. He had to get his car fixed today. The exhaust was so noisy and, to crown it all, the headlights didn't work. He had a permanent frown - oh how he wished he could drown his sorrows with a bottle of whisky. But then how could he get back home from the garage again? Nothing was right in his eyes - why had he bought a boring brown car? You would have thought he would have grown out of these moans by now, but it seemed as if moaning was what he thrived on! After he'd got the car's headlights and noisy exhaust fixed (though not the brown colour!), he drove home to do some gardening. One prong of the garden fork was bent and the neighbour's flock of geese decided to cronk and disturb the peace. (Why hadn't they got used to him by now? Maybe they sensed his grumpy mood!) One type of plant he hated was any sort of fern. Before long Finney spotted a frond from one. He attacked it with fury with the bent fork, muttering under his breath. He went back to the house as grumpy as ever.
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