Sunday 7 December 2008

The Mischievous Cat...

... sat plump at its desk, paws at the ready, staring at his first blank page. As any artist knows, a white canvas is a scary thing indeed, full of promise and danger. The initial stroke may seem like a good idea but later down the line as the painting is coming together who knows if that curve might seem unsightly or out of place... or if the structure will fall apart due to flimsy foundations.

The cat looked up and out the window. A mist hung low over the town below, illuminated by the soft glow of the full moon above. The trees in the garden were silhouetted against the tableaux, giant black claws threatening to drag the scene into the darkness... and with that, he knew what to write.

It happened on a Thursday...

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