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For as long as he could remember, Seymour 

had loved his mama. And Seymour knew that 

mama loved him! 

Seymour also loved his many brothers and 

sisters! They played and got into mischief and 

grew bigger together everyday.  

Seymour and his brother Simon got into the 

most mischief and often went wandering into 

the woods together. 

One day while exploring, the brothers met 

O'Malley the Opossum. O'Malley laughed and 

laughed. "What is a cat doing wandering around 

with a skunk?" he cried. 

"What's a skunk?" said Seymour confused. 

O'Malley laughed even harder, "you are a skunk my 

dear smelly lad!"  

 "I am no skunk," said Seymour. "I am a cat 

just like my mother!" The brothers scampered 

away from O'Malley as quickly as possible. 

Just then bear cub jumped out 

from behind a big bush, "gotcha!" 

he said. Seymour was surprised, 

"bear cub why did you scare me?" 

"I wanted to see if you would 

spray me, mama says all skunks 

spray when they are surprised." 

There was that strange word 

again, skunk. Why did everyone 

call him a skunk and what was a 

spray anyhow? 

"Where are ya going so fast?" said bear cub. He 

was worried he had hurt Seymour's feelings, but it 

was too late Seymour was already halfway home. 

"I am a cat, right Simon?" said Seymour. "Of course you 

are, my brother from the start!" "Brother?" Came a loud 

booming voice. "You think a cat is your brother," said the 

bouncing golden dog. "Well...yes..." said Seymour 

stammering and frustrated. 

"Well, then I must be a golden lion on the hunt for 

some dinner,"dog rolled on the ground laughing and 

soon he disappeared over the hill. Seymour wanted 

to get home as soon as he could.  

They were in such a hurry to get home that they 

bumped right into a young deer. "Hi there young 

skunk!" she said cheerfully. "I am no skunk," said 

Seymour growing more and more upset. 

Young deer hadn't meant to hurt Seymour's 

feelings. "I'm sorry!" she called out as Seymour 

skittered away. 

Seymour was about to turn to run home and cry when he 

heard laughter coming from behind him. He turned to see 

the four bully brothers heading his way. 

The bully brothers were already busy being mean   when they 

walked up. "A cat, you think your a cat? Haha, what a lovely 

cat you are Seymour, haha," they teased. Seymour could feel 

tears welling up in his eyes. Before a tear could fall Seymour 

took off toward home, Simon close behind him. 

Seymour could feel tears welling up in his eyes. 

Before a tear could fall Seymour took off toward 

home, Simon close behind him. The bully brothers 

were rolling on the ground in laughter as the 

brothers hurried home. 

"I am sorry Seymour," said Simon. "I believe 

you are a cat." "How can I be a cat and fit into 

the family, I do not look or even smell the 

same," said Seymour and he buried his head in 

sadness. 

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