“What’s a panfer?” Ann asked. Since she was
just three, sometimes when she said /th/ it came
out sounding like /f/.
“It’s panther,” said Mike with a smile.
“Panfer!” said Ann.
“Ug!” said Mike.
“Mike,” said their dad. “Don’t be mean. Be nice
to your sister. She’s just three. When you were her
age, you made mistakes too.”
“I did?”
Their dad nodded. Then he spoke to Ann. “A
panther is a huge black cat that has sharp teeth.”
“Tell it!” said Ann. “Tell the panfer tale!”