I had no idea why this cat didn't remember his area. The dump's field isn't far from the Hound's house. He should remember his area.
"Where am I, madams?" he asked.
"You are in the Hound's house." Cream said. "Be careful, he likes to eat cats."
The cat seemed confused. Every once in a while, I heard him laugh.
"You silly talking kitties." he said. "I'm not a cat. I'm a mortal."
This cat was dumb. He must have been sleeping in the tree and during the storm, hit his head. He must have been dreaming about being a human during the storm.
"You must be pulling my leg." I said. "You're a cat!"
The cat had a look at his paws. Then, he felt his fur with his paws. The cat looked like he was going to faint. His golden eyes were looking pale.
"I-I-I g-ot turned in-to a-a c-c-cat!" the cat cried stunned.
"You're plain dumb!" I shouted. "You surely are lying to me! Admit it!"
Cream was looking at me stunned. I never had been this harsh to anyone before. Not even to Jeanette when she ate my pellets. I wouldn't talk to her for days.
"You didn't have to be that harsh!" Cream angrily said. "You should be kinder to him. Now I haven't caught your name yet. What is it?"
"My name is Gold." the cat said. "I may not remember much, but I know you're both nice."
All of a sudden, I heard a bunch of thuds going up the stairs. The Hound had awoken from our conversation. It wouldn't be long until we were grilled and eaten by this mutt. I hoped he would eat Gold first.
"Well, well." the Hound said. "What have we got here? Two fed females and one sickly male. You're my next meal!"
We all thought we were doomed to be eaten alive without any last words. Me and Cream closed our eyes and prepared for the worst.
YOU ARE READING
Gold Whisker: A Fifth Grader's Attempt at Making a Book
Fiksi RemajaWhat happens when a ten year old girl who is a fan-girl of both Pokémon Mystery Dungeon and Warriors tries to write an original story? They end up with a guilty-pleasure story of their childhood, in my case, Gold Whisker. Twelve years later, now...
