Meowing up the wrong tree

But soon you lose the scent, and are reduced to racing round the castle looking for her.

"This isn't getting me anywhere!" you mutter "What if she's already left?"

Then you look out of the window and see that the rain's stopped. Then you get an idea.

A little later you are perched at the top of a knarled old tree that stands outside the castle entrance. "When Jennifer walks out I'll jump down on her and rip her to shreads!"

Written by AR

What is it about cats and trees?
you hear howling

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