
The Last Meow
Two cats were moved. The location was a distance. There was no resistance. Days turned into months. There was no winner. Both fought for their dinner. Oh brother. The last meal was each other. Not even close to a ton. The calico cat won. The sweat fell off Hermes brow. Scissors, the calico cat fell dead of starvation. That was the last meow. Continuer de lire The Last Meow