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THE FELINE


Striped like a little zebra Powdered with silver dust, The warrior stands at the entrance of the small building lured by the overwhelming scent that brought her there. "Mmm, what wouldn't I give to taste a morsel of the delicious fresh nourishment," she said, greedily looking at the fish on display. Remembering the lessons she learnt from Zen. Stealing wasn't in the code of honor, it will bring more harm than good. Listening to her inner voice, she sits on the cold floor waiting for fate to open the door to a new opportunity. As the people were coming and going, hunger was constantly growing to the point of pushing her to subdue to the hunting instinct. But she didn't want to be a thief, the solution was to stick to her belief. Minutes, hours pass, her patience was wearing thin. What could she do? Fate answered the question when a little girl's fingers gently caressed her soft fur soothing the beast within. The pleasant sensation would have made her enter dream land if the tempting scent didn't wake her up. Tears ran down her cheeks at the sight of the piece of fish in front of her. Knowing her manners, she doesn't eat it in a rush, being grateful to the benefactor for having a heart of gold. "We finally found our good luck charm," the fishmongers thought, watching her in silence. © Georgiana Gheorghe



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