Faith Farrell found a full bottle of perfume. She showed it to her striped cat, Fluffy.

"Look, Fluffy!" she said. "I found this perfume on Daddy's dresser tray!"

She removed the cap and sniffed. "Whew! That's strong stuff! Do you want to smell it, Fluffy?"

The cat came forward, sniffing the air. She put her nose to the opening. Then she squinted and backed away.

"Fluffy, come back! Where are you going?"

Fluffy left the room in a flash. She rarely moved that fast!

Faith looked at her father's perfume bottle. She took another whiff. Faith felt like wearing the perfume. Maybe the odor wouldn't make her eyes water. She would only use a few drops of it.

Faith tried to dribble a few drops on her fingers. Oh no! The bottle slipped! The perfume splashed over Faith's hand and up her arm.

The aroma was so strong that Faith feared her lungs would refuse to inhale. She put the cap back on the bottle. She returned the perfume to the dresser. She tried to rub off the offending odor.

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