Knowing Mark loves and feeds the wild birds I sprang into action!
I don’t think he saw me so I had him by surprise. He was perched on a branch in a tree wild birds often use on their way to the feeder.
In the shade of the tree I slowed my run to a sneak. using a technique, oddly enough, I learned from a cat decades ago. I approached from the west. Closer and closer I crept til I was nearly under him. He didn’t see me at first…
I knew without a doubt he was going to try to blaze me. His eyes burned with a familiar fire. The flash caught me off guard, and for an instance everything tuned red.
But his efforts fell short. I pushed him with a great inner voice which I called from my heart. I ducked under his rays and projected the thought into his head that he was melting.
He screamed in agony, but before I released him I made him know hunting birds shall not be allowed.
“Why? Why?” he screeched at me. “It’s perfectly normal for cats to hunt birds! You run this farm-yard like a prison camp!”
“The birds don’t think so,” I barked back. “And remember this, Darby. Just because I need you to summon a thing or two once in a while, that doesn’t mean you can run around here breaking rules. There shall be no more bird hunting anywhere in the farm-yard. You got that?”
“Yes,” he answered.
“Good. Now beat it – before I really do make you melt!”
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The Chronicles of Brutis – Chapter 9.
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