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Drabble Four: Firestorm
"Peregrine Took, save your valour for another day! We have not the time to look after —"
"No, I wish to keep her. Please Gandalf!"
"Already the beacons of Gondor are alight, as I have mentioned. Can you not see them speeding into the west? We must make haste. That cat is better off on its own, I am sorry to say."
The 'cat' in question meowed piteously. The little hobbit hugged her to his chest and stared up at his companion. "Oh Gandalf, how can you be so cruel? What has this cat ever done to you, I dare ask? And look how very fine she is, with the most unusual markings."
The wizard sighed and stroked his beard "Fine. I care not, but you shall have to look after her, Pippin. All the time I had spared is vanished. Already we are late!"
With that Gandalf hastened Shadowfax onward, all the while shaking his head at the stubbornness of hobbits.
But there was something very strange about that cat, he thought. Was it allowed to look so pleased with itself? And he had never seen one sit so stiffly as this one did, in Pippin's lap.
No, it was no ordinary cat.
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