Noemi's full-time job is whirling dervish -- she's always spinning, hopping, hanging and swinging, doing headstands, making neck bridges -- but she needed to put her work aside this a.m. at a mother's day brunch. Her whirling threatened the safety of those around her -- infants, toddlers, grandparents -- so, in an attempt to calm her down, I asked her to tell me a cat story in twenty words. This is what she rattled off without hesitation:
"The cat three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen seventeen eighteen the end."
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