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Rare Short Stories (XVI) The CatRare Short Stories
(XVI) The Cat
There is a cat behind me. Or nine! But no swarm, no, just one by one, silent and cute. They never met - my lucky chance! Ah what the heck: I love each one of them! Look here, this crazy vivacious one that sometimes Spanish seems to me. It is so powerful, so passionate, and recently it gave so marvellous gifts to me! Or that red one - yes! red and cuddly! and you can walk with round the streets for hours! Even the black one do I love although I use to see it seldom - maybe just on Friday 13. It's more trustful that you may expect... I think I'll be a cat man too - in my next life, my dear!
Rare Short Stories (XV) The CobblestonesRare Short Stories
(XV) The Cobblestones
I coudn't stand it one more day, said the feet. But it matched so wonderful with all these nice historic buildings on the left and right side, objected the eyes. Ah that was it! noticed the neck. I swear there were some restaurants among them, mentioned the stomach. And breweries! added the liver. Oh yes, agreed the palate. I remember it too, said the head. So? echoed the others. The cobblestones weren't my problem, returned the shoulders to the start of discussion. All I felt was a rucksack – maybe filled with stones! But the camera was in my hands, said the right. You wasn't the only one, grinned the eyes. I've heard it, commented the ears. So? asked the brain. Yes, insisted the ears, and an extended friendly communication too. Ah that was it, bumped the the heart, while the hands gave some wellness to the tired feet. Be quiet now, ordered the brain, it's sleeping time! Mmh mmh, mumbled the heart,
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
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