Except Her Father.
The humid midnight air whistled silently through the deserted junkyard. Well it seemed deserted. what you wouldn't see is a small kitten. Dangerously letting her thoughts run wild.
This is the kitten that everyone thinks is perfect, is perfectly happy, is perfectly content. is perfectly perfect.
This small tender kitten is the role model of her many friends, she is the smartest, the most talented, the most beautiful, the gift that the Jellicle Tribe was given. Unfortunately she is also the unhappiest.
Her delicate ears are constantly assaulted by the praise and admiration of everyone she knows.
Except Her Father.
Everyone was so proud of her and everyone wished they could dance, sing, run, write, look like her.
Except Her Father.
Everyone made her feel very special very loved, very wanted.
Except Her Father.
Her Father was and always had been very ashamed of her, he was never happy with how hard she tried or how much she succeeded. She was never ever good enough for him. She would perfect a near impossible dance move but only disappointment was found in his cold blue eyes.
This fact haunted the poor kittens mind her whole life ever since she could remember. It brought her to tears every day in the solitude of a willow tree on the outskirts if the junkyard. One day her brother Mistoffelees found her sobbing her heart out. She lied to him horribly when he asked what was wrong and she was left with her unhappiness all alone once again.
Now after hours of sitting in the cold night air this kitten came to a sad conclusion.
The next day under the critical eye of her father the kitten went over her dance steps. He cringed as she fell doing an extremely difficult step.
10 seconds. Thought the kitten as she heard an approaching car. She lifted her leg higher and straighter than she ever had for the last time.
The cats in the junkyard scattered as the car came screaming into their sanctuary. The kitten stayed put.
She sighed as the metal crushed her tiny frame sending her soul to a place where her pain would be understood and she would be loved and appreciated.
So Victoria died.because of Munkustrap.
The End
The humid midnight air whistled silently through the deserted junkyard. Well it seemed deserted. what you wouldn't see is a small kitten. Dangerously letting her thoughts run wild.
This is the kitten that everyone thinks is perfect, is perfectly happy, is perfectly content. is perfectly perfect.
This small tender kitten is the role model of her many friends, she is the smartest, the most talented, the most beautiful, the gift that the Jellicle Tribe was given. Unfortunately she is also the unhappiest.
Her delicate ears are constantly assaulted by the praise and admiration of everyone she knows.
Except Her Father.
Everyone was so proud of her and everyone wished they could dance, sing, run, write, look like her.
Except Her Father.
Everyone made her feel very special very loved, very wanted.
Except Her Father.
Her Father was and always had been very ashamed of her, he was never happy with how hard she tried or how much she succeeded. She was never ever good enough for him. She would perfect a near impossible dance move but only disappointment was found in his cold blue eyes.
This fact haunted the poor kittens mind her whole life ever since she could remember. It brought her to tears every day in the solitude of a willow tree on the outskirts if the junkyard. One day her brother Mistoffelees found her sobbing her heart out. She lied to him horribly when he asked what was wrong and she was left with her unhappiness all alone once again.
Now after hours of sitting in the cold night air this kitten came to a sad conclusion.
The next day under the critical eye of her father the kitten went over her dance steps. He cringed as she fell doing an extremely difficult step.
10 seconds. Thought the kitten as she heard an approaching car. She lifted her leg higher and straighter than she ever had for the last time.
The cats in the junkyard scattered as the car came screaming into their sanctuary. The kitten stayed put.
She sighed as the metal crushed her tiny frame sending her soul to a place where her pain would be understood and she would be loved and appreciated.
So Victoria died.because of Munkustrap.
The End