Post by T i G E R on Aug 13, 2009 1:35:44 GMT -8
The river was frozen over. It was the harsh season where the wind was bitterly cold and the ground covered with snow and the prey hibernating, but two cats had just had a good meal apiece and were now by the Riverside. The river, usually so lively, rushing along at a merry pace, was melancholy now – absolutely still and silent, no hint of the usual whisper that came from its water.
Tia and Sally, the two cats, were taking advantage of this. They tentatively prodded each paw onto the ice, testing their weight, and found that they could stand on the ice without it threatening to break. Soon they were sliding around on the surface, quite carefree...
Tia and Sally, the two cats, were taking advantage of this. They tentatively prodded each paw onto the ice, testing their weight, and found that they could stand on the ice without it threatening to break. Soon they were sliding around on the surface, quite carefree...