- Sep 19, 2022
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The Sheriff had met someone nice the other day-- he had went and told the Sheriff some interesting things.
"Wild cats!" The stranger-- the Sheriff considered him a good friend-- had said, and the Sheriff had been intrigued, "They live out there in the woods without nobody to scritch their heads, or even to tend to them elsewise."
He hadn't said that verbatim, but it's what the Sheriff had heard.
The stranger went on talking about the neighbor cat of his, a nice young molly with too much in her head-- you know the sort, don't you?-- and apparently she went on to live in the wild with those wild cats, and apparently come nightfall she would cozy up to her Housefolk, scritches and all. It sounded like a great-good deal to the Sheriff, who had made up his mind right then and there that he should meet these wild cats.
But oh, he'd gone and made his Housefolk the spitting sort of mad at him.
He'd thought, well, he should bring his new friends-- surely they'd warm up to him?-- something nice to eat, given that they live out there in the wild, and they don't have nobody to tend to them, and his Housefolk had brought home this chattering-type bird that lived up on the mantel, and...
It had happened something like this: the Sheriff had narrowed his eyes at the bird. A green and yellow type, that went on talking in the same sort of noises that his Housefolk went on talking. Not natural, that was, and this bird narrowed its eyes right back at the Sheriff. Then there was a mighty crash, the sort that would shake ones bones all the way up to their ears, and before the Sheriff had known it he had toppled the metal box that housed that unnatural bird, and then he had gone and finished his work.
That leads right on to the thing with his angry Housefolk. The Sheriff had suspected they'd be mad, but they were mad mad. He'd taken the bird, as it was for his soon to be new friends, and he ran right out the cat flap moments before a broom could come down on his back.
So now the Sheriff walks in the type of place he would expect wild cats to live, with lots of trees and a smell like someone was around, little bird still held in his teeth. -
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