#27 Friendly Cat

Cat was a grim and lonely soul. If ever she heard the song of a bird nearby, she knew she could make a meal out of the helpless creature. And so she grew fat on the meat of the many birds that met their doom in her claws. Meanwhile mice had swarmed the fields and eaten everything they could find. By and by she became so fat she was unable to chase the birds and instead ran for the mice. Soon her home was filled with joyous birdsongs and the fields were free of pests.

-Jeso, Elohin, y. 3 Nail 34

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