Ninety-nine cats had been trapped in the dark culvert of the Gasping Cliff, but only one had its front paw cru…
Ninety-nine cats had been trapped in the dark culvert of the Gasping Cliff, but only one had its front paw crushed between two bronze gears.
The craftsmen worked tirelessly to save her. They never knew what she thought of it, and she never bothered to tell them.
Instead, like the curious children who watched the workshops, her mind was always drifting up into the clouds. How did the Mortise and Tenon fit so perfectly? How were those intricate machines built? The creaking of the water wheels made her heart itch with wonder.
The moon watched her that night, watched as she reached a chubby paw toward the spinning gears. Snap! Curiosity killed the cat.