Hello my name is Nathan and I'm going to be reading you a book and this book's title is called Slinky Malinky and let me just send to the first page. Slinky Malinky Slinky Malinky was black and then black. A stalking and lurking adventurous cat. He had bright yellow eyes, a wild-mooling whale, and a kink at the end of his very long tail. He was cheeky and cheerful, friendly and fun. Her chase after leaves, her drool in the sun. But at night he was wicked and fendish and sly. Froome and light and shadow, he had prowl and he had prry. He creeped along fences, he leaped over walls, he poked into corners and sneaked into holes. What was he up to though? At night to be brief. Slinky Malinky turned into a thief. All over town from basket and bowl. He snitched and he stole slippers and sausage. Biscuits, balloons, brushes, bandages, pencils and spoons. He pulled him, he dragged them, he heaved them until he carried them home. To his house on the hill. One raskily night. Between midnight and four. Slinky Malinky, storm more than before. Some pigs and a teddy bear. Dressed up in lace. Some pigs and a teddy. A gardening glove from the cafeery's place. A tattie on sneaker. A smelly old sock. And Jennifer's turkey tons pottery smock. A squishy banana. Some blue and some, some blue and a pen. A cushion from all of us, television's dead. A clock and some bottles. A pair of blue jeans. A half-nissed jersey. A pack of beans. He pulled them, he dragged them, he heaved them until he carried them home. To his house on the hill. The slinky Malinky, raps, scallons, cat, pile them up, high in the heap on the mat. The glue toppled over and gummed up the pigs and tangled his legs. He tripped on the bottles and slipped on the sock. He tripped over sideways and set off the clock. Crash went the bottles. Beep, beep, went the clock. Roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, went the dogs on the block. On went the lights. Baying went the door. Out came, and out came the family. One, two, three, four. Oh no, they all said, what a criminal cat. Tomorrow we'll have to take everything back. Whoever tangled up the middle and glue on his face, slinky Malinky was deep in this grace. Never again did he answer the call. When the moon shadows danced over a garden and wall, when whispers of wickedness stirred in his head, he adjusted his wikers, whiskers, and stayed home instead. Thank you for watching this, and I hope you had a nice time watching this Lincoln Malinky book. Thanks for watching.