The Adventures of Milo and Otis

"Poor cat. Cat so sad," the bird croaked.

"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy?"

But Milo wondered if it was really worth the trouble.

"Mommy, Mommy, ha, ha, Mommy, Mommy."

In fact, Milo was nowhere near the Deadwood Swamp.

"Otis, Otis, Otis, Otis. Come here, Otis," a frog croaked.

"Cat! Cat! There's a cat near the babies!"

"Milo, dear," his mother said, "that's not a good idea!"

with a doting babysitter.

"Mommy. Chicken mommy," the chick peeped, and ran to Gloria.

As usual, Milo got into trouble.

It's a boy! It's a boy! It's a boy!"

By the time the moon rose,

Well, maybe you don't realize that this is the day I've become a watchdog."

"Oh, no, I'm not your mommy," Otis said. "Your mommy's a chicken."

Milo ran until he came to an open meadow

Milo hid as an owl swooped down and carried off a field mouse.

"Oh, not the old puss-in-boots trick," Otis groaned.

Mommy, Chicken Mommy

"There it is, fellas," Gloria cackled. "My first egg.

"Well," said the turtle, "now you know.

The noise attracted a group of local snoops

"Milo, get back here," his mother demanded.

Quiet!"

was trouble from the very beginning.