"It's Raining Cats and Dogs"
Once upon a time, there was a big, dilapidated house on a hill overlooking a small village. Only a grumpy grandfather and his grandson, George, lived in this house. The boy wanted a pet, either a cat or a dog, he pleaded. But Gramps was firm. “No pets!” he said. “No fish, no turtle, no hamster, no bird in a cage. And certainly not a cat or a dog.”
So, George, began to paper the walls of his room with pictures of cats and dogs wherever he found them – in books and magazines and newspapers. They became his wallpaper pets.
There were small cats and dogs, big cats and dogs, and many sizes in between. George gave them names. He talked to them, and imagined himself playing with them. Some nights, just before he fell asleep, he heard faint meows and gentle barking. This made him smile.
One night, a terrifying storm tore off the roof of the old house. Gramps and George took refuge in the cellar. Rain soaked the walls of George’s bedroom and melted his pet pictures. But, as the pictures peeled off the walls, the cats and dogs began to come to life. They ran to the cellar for safety. Gramps was shocked when George greeted them by name as they appeared. They surrounded him with their wet, furry smell, each trying to lick his hand or get a pat.
It had indeed rained cats and dogs that night.
Eventually, the cats and dogs overran the village as they increased in numbers. George, who became a vet, regularly visits his old village and his beloved cats and dogs. They return his love. George pays the few villagers who still live there to take care of his friends, and they renamed the village, Pet Sanctuary.