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One day, when I was walking home from school, I found a group of four little kids (around 8-9) standing around a storm drain, and they were looking down. One of the boys was crying, and saying how mad his mom was going to be if they couldn't get their kitten down from the storm drain. He was too scared to call his mother for help, or call 911 so the fire department can get it down. So instead he and his friends were trying to get the kitten out by luring it up with some food.
"She can't climb, you idiot! She's too tiny." one of the boys said, and I stopped to watch as one of the girls reached as far as they could into the drain. The cat meowed and sounded so scared.
"Let me help, guys. Does anyone have a crowbar I can use? And maybe a ladder?" The crying boy nodded, and I told him it was going to be okay, because I will help him get the cat up. He ran to his house, and got a small ladder and the crowbar I asked for with the help of his friend.
"What is the cat's name?" I asked the boy who was standing there, watching.
"Uh, I think her name is Mittens."
The storm drain was the kind that had the manhole on the top, so I used the crowbar to pry it open, and carefully climbed down the manhole using the ladder. The cat meowed at me, and started clawing its way up my pant leg.
"Come here, Mittens," I say, and grab the little kitten, then carefully climb back out.
By then, a few of the children's parents had come out to watch, and I handed the cat to the boy who was cheering with his friends. The adults thanked me, and the cat was returned to the boy's house safe and sound.
The mother of the boy decided to let me babysit for her two children, Craig and Tina. Every week I babysit when ever they need me to, and I get paid well. So it really does pay to be kind to strangers.
<em>This is actually a true story! I changed their names, obviously, but I babysit for them all the time. I hope you like it :)</em>
