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Roll had a fluffy thick coat. And since he was still a little kitten, like all little ones, he loved to run, tinker and roll on the floor. The house where he lived was large, and the hostess did not always have time to clean it – dust collected from time to time. It was in this dust that Roll was enveloped like a Kolobok in flour. The grandmother did not have time to comb the kitten – this was Erica's responsibility. She took a brush, put the kitten on her lap on the back and scratched it. Sometimes Roll liked it, sometimes not – then he turned and tried to run away.

The girl was combing the kitten on the street and, doing it contrary to her grandmother's prohibition, let the kitten's fur fly through the air – since it happened in the yard. The wind lifted the pieces of fluff upward, circling it like flakes of snow. Some of them sat on tree branches and grass, while others continued to carry the irrepressible wind, and the girl loved this game. She threw back her head and looked at the whirlpool, at the whirling of fluff and the whims of the wind.

In the end, either the wind got tired and the fluffy snowflakes scattered in all directions, or the wind grew stronger and went away for a walk, taking most of the fluff with it.

Then the girl, sighing about the end of the show, went home. And at home her beloved grandmother, warm tea and a playful kitten were waiting. Combed out and contented, he jumped up on the girl's lap and hummed peacefully. The yellow light of the lamp burned, grandmother was reading a fairy tale, it was warm, joyful and very cozy.