A giant hand was firmly holding me against the cage’s cold iron. Teeth and nails were nothing more than teardrops in a storm, fore this monster was too strong. As my fragile, dirty body was lifted by its immense strength, I could stare at my reflection in its eye, and I hated my own defeated expression.
The beard below its nose cracked as a smile gaped from his cheeks. A thunderous sound deafened my ears as he boomed some sort of verse to call the rest of his murderous pack. As they reached me, he legibly said: “We’ll adopt this cat!”
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