Macavity's
Dream
Macavity was walking down the cobbled streets of London.
His coat and hat glistened in the warm light of the streetlamps, as they
were wet from the falling rain. He was on his way home from his centre
of operations, as he was extremely tired from all the work he had to do.
After all, he was the Napoleon of Crime! After a while, he felt,
more than saw, someone - or something - following him. He dodged down alleyways,
through abandoned buildings, but to no avail. Whatever was following him
he couldn't lose it, not even in a taxi! Finally, frustrated and
angry, he turned to face the unknown being. "Enough of this!" he shouted.
"I know you're there, so show yourself!" "Assss you wissshhh," hissed
a voice from the shadows. Macavity took one look, yelled in horror,
and- -Woke up in his bedroom! "So," he murmured, "It was all
a dream." But then, he caught sight of the damp coat and hat hanging in
his closet. "Or was it?" he asked himself. Receiving no reply,
he settled off to try and get back to sleep.
The End... perhaps...
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