I sat in my tree waiting for the perfect prey.
Nope, to Fast, to Loud, To quiet. I was so picky when feeding.
I tilt my head to the side hearing footsteps that sounded just perfect. not to fast, not to quiet. I leaped when i saw the right moment.I was about to strike when their vioce struck me like a bullet.
"What are you doing Chipheste?" It was my best friend Wally.
I got up quickly and stood p…
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