Ashbrat

I got in my time-travel machine and went back to August 25th, 1835, New Salem, Illinois, afternoon. I parked the machine behind a tree and walked until I got to the main dirt road.

After walking on it for a few minutes, I saw a man riding toward me on a horse. His head hung low and he was crying. I waved to him and said, “Excuse me.” He stopped his horse and looked up at me. He was Abraham Lincoln and he said, “Yes. What is it?”

I said, “I’m sorry for your loss.” He sighed and said, “I thank your kindheartedness. I loved Ann with a mighty heart. She died before her time. I’ll right be mourning her for years to come.”

I told Lincoln about my cat Ashbrat. She was my heart’s delight. But then she was run over by a truck on the freeway behind our house. I still miss her to this day.