The Mythical Furella De Fur
Furella’s a mythical feline, who I have heard of friends before. But never I’ve seen her or witnessed her stare. She stealthy walks. So one hears from gnomes. She walks between twilight before a full moon. Along any pathway along any wall and non may stop her for great are her paws.
My dear friends this is a story. Of one scary such darkest night. When the winds were howling and the moon was out of sight. Was so dark in the garden I could see not one paw, not one little paw upon my word, and I have four!
So my fur started to prickle and my eyes they go wide. I opened my ears a far as I could. But you know dear friends the sound was so faint. A little bit shuffling and more of a clink. I wish like Mister Marmalade I had gone home before. Cos my knees were trembling and the wind it did howl. I thought I might faint as afraid I am now.
Not Miss furry The Great at all. No shiny tin helmet no shiny nothing at all. Oh my! What was that sound? The strange shuffling, the clinking the strange dragging of paws. No dear friends I’m dreaming no sound of a paw no sound of a clinking no dragging of something on my dear, dearest wall.
I looked up upon the skyline to see the biggest black pussy cat. Way bigger than me, and that was a fact. All shiny teeth a glistening, all pointy sharp claws. Oh, my dearest friends is this the end of my fence or indeed of me and my grrr paws...
To be continued.....






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