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There was only one chance for the salvation of the chicken people. They had to charge. Charge like a bullion of manifested demons, to the conclusion of this epic quest. The Dog people salivated, sensing the defeat of the chicken people. But one cocky rooster bared down, flared his nostrils, and cockled forward.
Never have I been so wary of something so small. A small, silver gleam amidst an ocean of shag. Where could it be. I know. I'll find that out when I step on it one morning on the way to the bathroom, and i'll trip and fall and bang my head against the armoir in the hallway. Glass will cascade down the arched legs and all of a sudden that missing needle will seem harmless.
The cat landed, but was moving instantly as his paws slid across the oak floor. Mousie was hiding back behind his spinwheel, and I gazed upon the red tipped needle apprehensively. "I stabbed my cat," i started, "to save my mouse."
The next day my cat came up missing, and I never will know what anti-sentiments Sparkles had towards me.
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