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Morris was ginger and white, and very fat.

“Morris,” said his mother, “you’re much too fat.”

“That’s right,” said his big sister Rose. “What you need is exercise.”

“Exercise?” said Morris. “What’s that?”

His mother looked at him.

“Running and jumping,” she said.

“And bouncing and pouncing,” said his little brother Tom. He bounced up and down. “Like me!”

“Oh,” said Morris. He licked his paw. “I’m very good at licking and purring,” he said. “And I’m EVER so good at eating.”

“We know,” said his mother.

“But now it’s time for running and jumping.”

“Must I?” said Morris.

“Yes,” said his mother.

Morris began by running. He ran to his food bowl, and he ate up every little scrap.

“I’ve done my running,” he said. Can I have a rest?”

“No,” said his mother. “You must do some jumping first.”

Morris sighed. “All right,” he said, and he jumped on to the large cosy chair in the kitchen. Then he curled up and went to sleep.