At
the top of the
hill
So-me looked at
the lamppost
for the second
time.
Something furry
moved on one side.
Something grey
and furry.
Something sleek
and furry.
Something scary
and furry.
It started to
grow,
and as it got
longer it curled
up.
In the distance
So-me's family
cat
watched suspiciously.
She was upset
because So-me
had called her
"Flea-bag."
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