Grape had never tasted the icy grapes, but when it came time to choose a name, that fresh, sweet scent suddenl…
Grape had never tasted the icy grapes, but when it came time to choose a name, that fresh, sweet scent suddenly filled its nose—and so the name "Grape" was born.
Half-dreaming in Granny's voice, the little cat felt as if it had once vowed to watch a little longer over those who mattered. Had everyone now found peace and said their goodbyes?
Grape couldn't remember, couldn't quite understand—so it squinted at the gentle smile etched on Granny's face, flicked its tail softly, and sank back into the warmth of its dreams.