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Victoria was sleeping. She liked sleeping. People weren't yelling at her about...whatever.
She rolled on her back and pawed the sky.
"Victoria!"
Victoria screeched a little and twisted in the air.
"What was so important you had to wake me, Jeminia?"
She smiled. "No reason really, just Munkstrap wants you."
"Oh. Why?"
She rolled her eyes. "Your Snow Ball dance!"
Victoria jumped up. "Why didn't you say so?"
Jemina laughed. They exited the car.
The Snow Ball was not as big as the Jellcile Ball. It was more, formal. There wasn't the carefree fun of the JB. So, Victoria didn't like it as much.
Munkstrap was waiting for her on top of an old barrel. He hoped down and strolled to her.
"Hello girls. Victoria, Jeminia."
They both nodded.
"Good-bye you two!" Jeminia winked and left to go hunt.
"So, remember what we came up with last time?"
She nodded and began to dance.
She backed up slightly, and leaped into the air. She pivoted on her foot and crouched down. Munkstrap went to her side and, together began to weave in a large circle around the junkyard. They leaped into the air. Munkstrap did a back flip and Victoria stood on her hind paws to wave slightly.
"Good Vic, good."
She smiled happily. Munkstrap made her feel...Happy.
"Now, I was thinking you could stand on my back for the next move...What do you think about that?"
She nodded. "Yeah, and I could kinda roll off your back..."
"Let's try it."
She vaulted on his backand pressed her claws into his back. Her began to run slightly. She let go of him and rolled off in one, clean, swirl.
"Lovely!"
"We should add that to the choreography."
She nodded excitedly.
The entire junkyard was bathed in a low orange light. Victoria yawned a little. As usual, Munkstrap had worked her hard. She didn't mind so much...
She saw a figure in the distance. A shining black cat with a white splash on his chest was doing something in the back of the junkyard.
Mr. Mistofelees.
She climbed on top of an old truck to watch him.
He began to do a weird dance, it seemed like a jig crossed with a waltz. He sprung into the air and pulled out a trail of clored silk from a paw. He whirled it around himself like a colored tornado. Then-
He was gone.
Victoria looked around, then heard a voice.
"You spying Victoria?"
She screamed a little as he appeared beside her.
"Um, no?"
"Wrong. You were. You wanna know how to do my tricks, little Vivtoria? Dancing not good enough for you?"
"No, I love dancing! I just saw you, and I love watching you perform..."
"Well, don't watch me practice OK? Don't want anyone to know my tricks."
"Yes Mr.-"
"Call me Mistoff."
He disapered into the shadows.
Victoria smiled slightly. She then steched and went to find a nice car to sleep in...