A HAPPY COTON IS A SINGING COTON

In the case you didn´t know we cotons are verbalists. I am founding my own voice which I use enthusiastic when the night comes down. The louder my pronunciation is, the more I feel myself as a proud representative of my species. I recommend exercises especially in the stairways of large stone or concrete buildings for first class echo and depth to the sound. It´s a magnificent setting to check out if my voice is out of tune.

When I play I probably have the most versatile set of sentences. I do everything from gloomy grown to glass shattering shrieks. I´m happy to estimate I could do about 11 octaves.

The other members of the pack makes a terrible racket all the time which may be the reason for them not to appreciate the importance of my hobby. For some reason they try to hinder me from demonstrating my skills when I feel urge to do so to all passersby on the streets. This must be straightened out! I need to get some praise for my efforts!

OLIVER