Who knows what goes on in the mind of a cat?
Fear was the knowledge of pain, the awareness that you could be hurt, that you could die.
How easy it is to forget grudges when someone has something you need.
My fall began, as many stories do, with a girl.
Be careful, boy. In some tales, the hero gets eaten by the monster after all .
It was fine and good to be defiant to the end, but it was better not to get caught in the first place.