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The squirrel could smell dead mice on the tabby's breath.
CAT, he ventured, YOU LOOK LIKE YOU NEED A
NAP.
I'VE BEEN NAPPING ALL DAY, SQUIRREL.
YOU'VE BEEN EATING ALL DAY.
I WOULDN'T MIND EATING ALL NIGHT.
The squirrel sniffed then and bared his teeth. BE
FAIR, CAT! YOU'VE EATEN EVERY POOR LITTLE
MOUSE WHO WAS FOOLISH ENOUGH TO COME
INTO THIS COTTAGE. I HAVEN'T HAD A THING TO
EAT SINCE I GOT LOCKED UP IN THIS HORRIBLE
CAGE. AND I DON'T THINK YOU'D FIND ME VERY
PALATABLE - I'LL BE SKIN AND BONES BEFORE
MORNING.
BONES, ANYWAY, the cat purred, IF I HAVE MY
WAY.
HE'LL BE BACK SOON, HE WILL.
HE MIGHT BE. SOMETIMES HE STAYS AWAY
FOR DAYS AT A TIME.
The squirrel felt his belly rub up against his ribs. Days!
Days in this dreadful cage with no food, no water, and a
hungry cat! He had to get out!
He'd no sooner had the thought than the cat lifted his
head, ears cocked, and glided silently across the table and
to the floor. Man-scent filled the air; booted footsteps
sounded outside the door. Twitching and trembling, the
squirrel rose onto his hind legs. He smelled food!
The man had food, indeed, but he took his time about
passing it out. He kicked off his boots at the door, sloughed
cold rain from his black robes, and complained in his deep,
rumbling voice about how the rain would soon turn to
snow, and about some wren that couldn't be found
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