How could that have happened? To make matters worse, some do-gooder detective is going around asking questions about missing kids. I didn’t answer the door but did see him peeking into the windows. Maybe I will get him as well. Will have to follow him and see where he lives. I’ll bet he has some juicy, tender kids that I could snatch. Probably a whole litter of little kittens. He won’t miss one at all. World has enough little girls anyway” They started back to Trixie’s house. They walked a quarter of a mile in the snow strewn streets, with Trixie’s finches occasionally protruding their heads out of the small pockets of her coat, looking down at the snowy sidewalk as they walked. Cedric started to slow his pace. He glanced over at an empty lot sporting a lone tree stump and a house being constructed. A bobcat machine rested among the piles of lumber and littered Styrofoam cups, a result of the tired construction crew, now understandably absent from the storm. A large dog-like thing paced between the columns of the house in construction, or at least what seemed to be dog-shaped.
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