Vine loved the high places, where green leaves rustled and vines stretched long. Its steps wobbled at first, …
Vine loved the high places, where green leaves rustled and vines stretched long.
Its steps wobbled at first, tempting outstretched arms to catch it. Once held, Vine's paws grew steady, its pace quickened, tail raised proudly like a banner for all below.
The people smiled—who could stay mad at such a small, spirited cat? Next time, they'd reach out again without hesitation.
People waited and waited—and so did Vine. Who was lucky enough to catch a little cat falling from the sky?