an~ Ive always wanted to know how puss got so scared of mice. so heres my interpretation of it.
Puss looked up lazily. There was something moving in the grass. That was vaguely interesting. Not enough to stop him form napping, though. After all, it was a beautiful, bright, lazy afternoon, the kind you barely ever get to enjoy. End even a cat who knew how to talk couldn't be expected to give tha-
It was getting closer. Slightly more interesting.
Darn his cat ADHD! He was enjoying a peaceful, self-indulgent train of thought and then that grass had to go and MOVE! Drat. Now where was he?
Oh yes, He couldn't be expected to give up a perfect sun-
The grass on his other side was moving too. The first spot had stopped about a foot from him.
Oh drat, he'd done it again.
A perfect sunny after-
There it was again, by his head.
Another. Another. There, and there, and there and there and EVERYWHERE! All around him, the grass was shifting, until, in a perfect circle one foot away from him-
They stopped.
Puss sat there, still tense. He sniffed. He smelled mouse. Lots of mouse. He was just about to bolt when they attacked.
Hundreds of mice suddenly jumped him, and he feel down screaming.
an~ that was intended purely for entertainment, even though i think it might have happened. he obviously survived, but yeah... did i do a good job writing suspense? review and tell me.