mσckíngjαч ís ín lσvє wíth α fαírчtαlє(tσms σnlч)

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    Mσckíngjαч leaped. Her paws scraped against the edge of the hang-over, leaving them sore. Her pale blue tail stood high, proud of her great jump. She searched the sky, looking for a bird. She saw a thrush, and decided that was fine enough to eat. Leap high enough, and you'll catch it. She thought to herself. She lept, and trapped the thrush between her paws. Gotch'ya! She unsheathed her fair-sized claws, and dug them into the bird's torso.