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The house on the hill had sat, untouched, for a long time.
Nature crept closer, taking over all inches of the garden. It peered in the house’s windows but did not enter; if even the humans daren’t go in then surely there was good reason.
A world away, a white cat lived quietly, confined within the walls of its owner’s home.
When it wasn’t dipping a paw into the long-suffering fish’s tank, its favourite activity was sitting for hours in the far window, looking out on the hill behind its house.
And this was how the hare came to know of it.
The hare, or rabbit if you prefer, was one of the animals living on the hill. With a right & left head, it had somewhat of an advantage over others when it came to thought, but most animals did not care for intelligent conversation.
The birds especially did not enjoy the complex things the hare would say, and would dive-bomb the hare as it ran back & forth across the hill.
As it slept, the hare thought of that cat in the window. Teeth and claws were wasted on a creature like that.
How easily the hare could deal with those birds, and any other creature it felt like, how strong it would be, if only it had TEETH.
