I'A tall German shepherd walked down a barren road. He was wearing a black leather jacket, black jeans, and a pair of working boots. He looked like the kind of guy that you your children to stay away from. His face wore a large scar on its cheek, and he hand a definite murderous look on his face. In his left hand was a rusty Desert Eagle. He eyes were set on a large, tan house down the street. He pulled out a pair of binoculars and got a closer look at the house. An older-looking tabby cat, wearing a business suit, was walking toward a black Ford Mustang. He had a couple papers in his hand and he had a determined look on his face. The dog quickly sprinted toward a bunch of bushes near the cat's house. He pushed a large hole thru one of the bushes to get a better look at things.
The cat's house was an elegant and sparkled with marvel. The windows were clear, the yard had the greenest grass in the whole neighborhood, and maids, gardeners, and workmen, could be seen running around tending to the house. The dog growled with livid envy. He pulled out his pistol and pushed a small button on it, activating an aiming laser. He took aim at the cat, who was opening his car door. Suddenly the cat stopped, closed the door, and looked around. The dog quickly put the gun away and ducked deeper into the bushes. The cat simply took a deep breath, looked in the sky and said:
"Ah. What a beautiful day. Its days like this when I'm happy to be aliveā¦.."
The dog quickly took advantage of the cat's daydreaming, and as soon as he finished speaking, whipped out his Desert Eagle, put a little red dot on the cat's head, and pulled trigger.
POP!!!
The cat's mustang was now covered in blood and brain matter. The cold, dead body of the tabby lay on the ground, unable to think. The slips of paper that he had in his hand floated thru the air, like the leaves of an oak tree in the middle of autumn.
The assassin quickly picked up the cat's papers. They were a sprinkled a bit with red blood, but they were still somewhat readable:
Dear President of the Kingdom of Maturius,
I am very concerned with the well-being of my feline brethren. As you know, the street gangs known as the "Dogs of Death" are spreading havoc in our entire nation of Maturius. In all the cities of our nation, this band of criminals has been exterminating those of feline blood, (better known as cats). I am concerned; for my people are terrified even go outdoors in fear of being attacked!!! It makes me want to break down into tears when these savages glorify the horrible genocide and cruel experimentation of felines 15 years ago in the violent gang war which eventually broke out into in all out Civil War which killed millions. As you know, this brutal struggle also had the massive involvement of the infamous "Dogs of Death". I am asking, begging, and pleading you to take action against this horrible group before they perform more atrocities against the land of Maturius. President, we have unified all the lands on this planet into one kingdom, we have destroyed other organizations built on the fall of our great kingdom, and I know we can stop this menace. Please take immediate action against this horrible threat.
Sincerely,
Mark Kingston
The assassin laughed to himself when he was finished reading the letter. He ripped in to tiny shreds and threw it into the air. He turned around and looked at his victim. He laughed again, and out his Eagle back in its holster. He then walked back down the barren road, with a content smile on his face.
The last thing the cat ever saw was a large piece of old paper floating down onto his blood-covered face.
