Frye Pyramid 2 - Kyle the Not-Cat

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Just gonna let you know, I don't hate dogs. I love dogs and cats. I'm bipetual. Just saying.

Also, the prompt for this is to use the Frye Pyramid, which is "introduction, inciting incident, rising action, climax, falling action, resolution." What I was told to do with this is write a ten-sentence story following the Frye Pyramid, then rewrite the story as long as I want and put the climax at the beginning. It was really weird and random, but here's the result:

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Ginny jumped as she heard a bark, then two more. She looked around the house and saw she was surrounded by angry dogs. Ginny never did like dogs, and she didn't think she ever would after this.

    The group of dogs began a low growl and Ginny backed up closer to her house. She should have gone inside, but she couldn't leave Kyle out there alone.

    The dogs approached and Kyle's back arched and Ginny heard a hiss from the girl. The dogs moved closer, and closer, and closer.

     Ginny was a little girl who loved cats. Cats loved Ginny, too, and though her parents thought it was just her wild curiosity, Ginny was fairly certain she could talk to the cats.

    Every day, Ginny held conversations with the cats that wandered the neighborhood, and though she wouldn't tell her parents, she would feed them portions of her dinner and her snacks. But though Ginny loved all the cats, there was one cat that Ginny loved more than the rest, and he was Kyle. Kyle was a stray that came around every day to visit and talk with Ginny, and they had the most interesting conversations when he did.

    But one day, Kyle didn't show up. Ginny worried over where he could have gone, and it was the same the next day and the day after that until a girl showed up at Ginny's door who she had never seen before. Ginny talked with the girl, introduced herself, but the girl said she knew who Ginny was already. This confused Ginny greatly.

    The girls talked for a few more minutes, then Ginny figured out the girl wasn't going to introduce herself if she didn't ask. So she did ask the girl's name, and her eyes widened at her one-word response.

    "Kyle" was all she said. One word, and suddenly Ginny was no longer confused. It all made sense. Kyle had turned into a human, and Kyle wasn't a guy after all. He always did have a high-pitched meow.

    Ginny jumped as she heard a bark, then two more. She looked around the house and saw she was surrounded by dogs, teeth bared and growls low and threatening. She backed up until she met the front door and felt the urge to go inside the house. But then what would happen to Kyle?

    The dogs approached and Kyle's back arched like a cat and she hissed. The dogs moved closer still, then just as one was about to pounce, Kyle turned into a mighty lioness and roared so loud that Ginny's hands flew up to cover her ears and she was sure the whole world could hear it.

    The dogs whimpered as they turned around and ran as fast as they could away from Kyle and Ginny. Kyle turned back into a cat and meowed, and Ginny laughed. Then Ginny hugged her cat, proud of the hard work.

    "Welcome back, Kyle the not-cat!" Said Ginny as they laughed.

    And Kyle never missed a day again.

    The end.

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