Thursday 27 December 2007

The wrong side of Puss


My ogre and I peered out of the castle window.
"Who's there?" I asked, myopic even in dreams.
"A cat wearing boots," my ogre said, "And some ... posh fellow. Marquis, I reckon."
My heart sank. I knew how this ended. And I wouldn't be cheering for the winning team.
 
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