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Chapter 2: Breakfast

Pepito walked down the dark halls of his home and went to the windows to open the curtains. He then went to the door to his stepfather's bedroom. The Dalmatian opened the door quietly and the light from the window out in the hall helped Pepito see where Tom was. Tom, the stepfamily's pet cat, was asleep on his bed resting peacefully... that until a ray of sunlight shone in his eyes. "Meow?" he mumbled. "Here kitty, kitty, kitty," Pepito said quietly. Tom stretched his limbs followed by a yawn. "Come on, Tom. Come on," Pepito whispered. But Tom just turned his back to the teen and lay back down again. "Tom. Come here," Pepito said sternly. The cat finally got up and leisurely strolled out the door. Pepito closed the door behind him and walked towards the kitchen with Tom following behind him. "Well I'm sorry if his majesty objects to an early breakfast. It's not my idea of starting out a day. It's orders," Pepito said to the cat behind him. When they got to the kitchen, Tom had to hide near the door way for the kitchen was where Spike, Pepito's bulldog, slept. This morning, Spike was whimpering and growling in his sleep and he was moving his limbs as though he was running. "Spike," Pepito said. Spike kept on going in his imaginary chase till he grabbed the edge of the rug in his muzzle and growled. But when he woke up, he saw Pepito, dropped the rug from his mouth and panted as he saw his kind master. "Dreaming again," Pepito chuckled scratching his bulldog behind the ears, "Was it about chasing Tom?" Spike nodded. "Catch him this time?" the teen asked and Spike sat with his chest out with pride and nodded. "That's bad," Pepito said, making the bulldog go wide-eyed. Tom, on the other hand, snickered in the shadows at the bulldog. "Suppose they heard you upstairs?" Pepito said as he got the kettle of the stove and started filling it with water, "You know the orders. So if you don't want to lose a nice soft place to sleep, you've got to get rid of those dreams. Do you know how?" Spike sat in thought for a moment but then shook his head no. Pepito smiled and responded, "Just learn to like cats." Spike growled. "No, I mean it. Tom has his good points too," Pepito said as Tom came up to Spike and swatted his tail at the bulldog's nose. "For one thing he..." Pepito thought for a moment on what to like about Tom, "Well, sometimes he..." Spike scowled at the cat in front of him as Tom smirked and waited for Pepito's response, but all he got was: "Hmmm... there must be something good about him." Tom glared at the kitchen boy but Spike burst into laughter. Tom didn't appreciate being made fun of, but he knew how to get even. Silently sliding himself under Spike's muzzle, he scratched the bulldog's muzzle making Spike growl and Tom let out a screech. "Spike," Pepito said sternly but then returned to the soft gentle nature, "Come on, boy. Outside." Spike drooped his head sadly as he slowly walked out the door and into the yard while Tom watched with a smirk of triumph. "I know it isn't easy, but we can at least try to get along together," Pepito gently said to the sad bulldog and then turned with a stern look at Tom as he put down a milk dish with cream in it. "And that includes you, your majesty," said Pepito as he got on some boots and went outside to feed the farm animals outside. Tom just lay there lazily drinking his cream. Pepito soon got on his outdoor boots and he went outside to the shed to get the chicken feed for the hens and the old rooster in the back. "Breakfast time," he called out, "Everybody up. Hurry, hurry. Breakfast." Soon there was a whole swarm of chickens around the Dalmatian and the pecked away at the corn that Pepito sprinkled out for them.

The mice were on their way down inside the walls of the house but then Speedy stopped them all when the saw the cat blocking the way to their food. They quickly sped back inside the hole before Tom could see them. "Listen in, amigos. I have an idea," Speedy said, "I'll get the Señor Pussy Cat over to that corner while you all get the food. Sí?" "Sí," they said simultaneously. Slowly and carefully, the little brown mouse slunk along the walls of the kitchen to Tom, who was feeling more bored than ever. He was about to fall asleep when there came a loud "¡Yeehaw!" Tom jumped up and his face landed in the cream. When Tom wiped the cream out his face, Speedy was running in circles around the cat. "¡Ándale! Yeehaw!" he cried and finally Tom took chase. Speedy made it to safety and he signaled the other mice to get going before they were discovered. They made it out into the yard with Jerry following right behind them. The mice called out to Pepito and the Dalmatian looked over to them and smiled. "There you are. I was wondering," he said as he scooped up some corn, "Here, breakfast is served." The moment the corn hit the ground, the mice, all except Jerry, grabbed two or three pieces and scampered away. But Jerry was having a little trouble getting to it on account of the hens pecking at them before he could reach a piece. When he managed to get one, it was immediately snatched away. "Stop that!" Pepito scolded and shooed the chickens away. He knelt down in front of Jerry. "Poor little Jerry," he said with a sympathetic smile and then scooped some corn out and held it in front of Jerry. "Here," the spotted pup said, "Help yourself." Jerry happily took as many pieces as he could carry and ran off to catch up with the others.