One night, in Paris, there was a soft wind blowing. The birds, chirping softly, finding their way home. The leaves in a bush nearby started to rustle. The wind, still blowing softly against the birds' feathers. In the bush, there was a pair of glowing eyes. They disappeared. The birds, very confused, headed back to their nest. Little did they know that the cat was still there.
The cat leaped out, and quietly, as a cat does, walked slowly towards the birds. He slowly got nearer and nearer, until he leaped out and ripped the bird apart. The bird lay still, it's blank eyes vaguely staring into the night sky. The cat gently picks up the carcass in its mouth, and hides back in the bush, waiting for the next bird to come.
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Cat in the Shadows
Short StoryIt's a calm, cool night in Paris, France. The birds are softly tweeting. There is a small breeze. And then...
