I’m guessing you guys are all going “Hallelujah! This is the last story we have to read!” This is the first story that I wrote in fifth grade.
The Cat and the Fox
By: Madeline Todd
Once upon a time, there was a grey tabby cat named Dusky. When she was a kitten, she lived with an old man named Mr. Barnes. Mr. Barnes owned a pumpkin patch. In the summer, he sold peaches. Around Christmas, he sold Christmas trees. Dusky was loved by all of the customers that bought from Mr. Barnes. But after three months, Mr. Barnes decided that it was time to give her away. So, Mr. Barnes put up posters around town with a picture of Dusky. Eventually, a woman named Ms. White saw the poster and decided to adopt Dusky. Ms. White was a tall, skinny woman with straight, black hair and a lot of red lipstick and deep, purple eyeshadow. She came to the pumpkin patch on an afternoon in early October. Mr. Barnes gave Dusky to Ms. White, and she thanked him and gave him a check for ten dollars. Ms. White then smooched and squeezed Dusky and stuffed her in a smelly, red cat carrier which she put in the passenger’s seat of her expensive car. Dusky did not enjoy this at all. “You’re going to have so much fun with me!” she said excitedly. Dusky did not agree. Smelly cat carriers and death squeezes were not “fun” to her. But this was nothing compared to what she was about to experience. After a while, Ms. White’s car pulled into her garage. Ms. White took the cat carrier in her house and set in on her dining room table. “Charlie! Come and meet your new buddy!” she called out. This made Dusky think. Who was Charlie? A rabbit? A dog? Another cat? the answer came to her as Charlie came into the room. Charlie was Ms. White’s other cat. He had long, brown tabby fur and a black nose. He also looked a bit overweight. Charlie looked up at Dusky with his green eyes, and then jumped on the table and meowed. Ms. White finally unlocked the carrier, and Dusky had a chance to investigate her new roommate. Charlie smelled strongly of halibut and cat shampoo. Dusky wondered to herself if he could talk. She knew that she could. But when she tried to talk to Mr. Barnes, he couldn’t understand her. That’s why she stayed silent inside Ms. White’s car. “Um…hello?” she said. “Hey, scrap,” said Charlie. He had a mean, rough voice. “Listen up. I’m the boss around here. So listen to me. No one else. And don’t you try to do your own thing. Or else,” Charlie instructed. Dusky shivered. “Okay,” she whispered. A grim smile spread across Charlie’s face. “Good. Now let me show you where you live,” he said. Dusky anxiously followed Charlie off the table and down a flight of carpeted stairs. Charlie went into a room and stopped. the room had a washing machine, a litter-box, and two cat beds. One was blue on the outside and yellow on the inside. Bright green paws decorated the outside. The second bed was pink on the outside and white on the inside, but the outside was old and patchy, and had no paw prints. Both beds had a blanket inside. The first bed had a red velvet blanket, the second one had a worn, faded, mauve blanket. “This bed’s yours,” Charlie said as he gestured with his tail towards the pink bed. Dusky was truly insulted. Charlie got the best things, whereas Dusky got all of the old, mangy stuff. But she had to live with it. Months and months went by. Charlie still played the boss with Dusky. The old bed turned out to be worse than she thought. It was scratchy and full of fleas. Dusky kept herself up all night scratching at the fleas. Dusky knew that something must be done. So on a cold night in January, she ran away. Mrs. White had and old doggy door from when she owned a dachshund twelve years ago. She intended to take it out and completely forgot about it. Dusky looked around the house. Mrs. White and
Charlie were nowhere in sight. Dusky pushed the doggy door open with her paw and bolted outside. The sky was covered in clouds, darkened by the night sky. Snow covered the ground, sparkling like a thousand diamonds. It crunched under Dusky’s paws. Dusky looked around. To the east and west were the other houses in Mrs. White’s neighborhood. To the south lay the the town, Pigeon County. To the north was an immense forest. Dusky decided that the forest was the best choice. With her eyes set on the bounty of trees, she bolted through the hard snow. Although it was dark, it was crystal clear in Dusky’s eyes. After a while, she reached the forest and began to navigate the maze of trees. When she reached the middle of the forest, she stopped. Dusky was panting. She was cold, tired, and her stomach growled. She froze, knowing that somewhere around here was watching her. And she was right. Two amber-colored eyes were staring at her in the dark. They looked like the belonged to a dog. A stray dog? Maybe even a wolf? But then, a voice spoke to her. “Are you lost?” said the voice. “No,” replied Dusky. “I ran away from home. I’m a cat.” “Interesting. We don’t get many cats around here,” informed the voice. “W-what are you?” stammered dusky. The owner of the voice stepped into Dusky’s field of vision. It was a fox. The fox had orange and white fur and a bushy tail. He sat down and wrapped his tail around his body in a cat-like position. “My name is Tirran. What is yours?” he asked. “Uh… my name’s Dusky. “Dusky… what a pretty name. Definitely fits you,” Tirran replied. “ I’ve never heard of the name ‘Tirran’ either. It seems to fit you too”, Dusky said. Tirran suddenly turned around. The sky was now a pale purple color. “Follow me. Come into my den so that we can avoid detection,” he commanded. The fox was quick on his paws. He zigzagged through the snow-laden underbrush. Dusky followed him, mimicking his zigzagging gait. Tirran bolted down a hole under a tree. Dusky followed him, wondering if this hole was his den. The hole became a spiraling underground tunnel. Tirran padded quickly through the tunnel with great ease. Dusky carefully ran after him, following the fox’s footprints in the soft dirt. Eventually, the tunnel widened into a small chamber lined with soft moss and feathers. The feathers looked like they came from crows. There were small holes in the walls that stored leaves, stones, and berries. Dusky understood the presence of the berries. But why would a fox store random stones and leaves? Tirran sat in a corner. Assuming that he expected her to sit down too, she sat across from him. “Did you read my mind or something? Did you know I wanted you to sit down across from me?” aced Tirran. Dusky smiled and giggled. “You meant that metaphorically, right?” she said. “Actually, I didn’t,” replied Tirran. Dusky was puzzled. Was he joking? “I just assumed that you wanted me to sit down,” said Dusky. “Seriously, Dusky. No one else can do that. Except for me of course,” he replied with a mischievous smile. “You mean…I have powers or something?” asked Dusky. “Exactly. Although it may seem like merely assumption, it’s actually magic,” explained Tirran. “And also, no one has just one power,” he said. “So if you have one power, you’re bound to have another one.” “Wow! I thought that magic was only in bedtime stories!” exclaimed Dusky. “Let me give you a test. I’m testing you for telekinesis,” said Tirran. “Tellika-what?” said Dusky with a puzzled expression. “Telekinesis. It’s a fancy word for ‘moving things with your mind’,” corrected Tirran. He grabbed a the red aspen leaf from a hole in the wall. Then, he grabbed another aspen leaf. This one was orange. “I’ll give you an example,”explained Tirran. He set the leaf on the ground. He began to stare at the leaf, as if he were having a staring contest. The dry leaf began to wobble. Then, it hovered in the air. It rose higher and higher until it touched his nose. Tirran flinched and the leaf dropped to the ground. “Now you try. Focus on the leaf as hard as you can.” Tirran instructed. “And try not to flinch until the leaf reaches the height of your nose.” He pushed the red leaf over to Dusky. Dusky began to stare at the leaf. She stared so hard that her green eyes began to water. Dusky’s head began to vibrate. Soon enough, the leaf shook violently. It quickly hovered higher until it touched Dusky’s nose. She was overjoyed. “I did it! I did it!” she shouted. The leaf stopped in midair and dropped to the ground. “That was a great first try,” congratulated Tirran. He scooped up the leaves with his paw and placed them back in the hole. He looked at another hole with smooth stones inside. He took two of the stones. One was almost white, and the other was almost black. Tirran pushed the black stone in front of Dusky. “Stones are a little trickier. They are heavier than leaves, so it’s a little harder to lift them,” Tirran explained. Dusky began to stare at the dark stone. She stared for what seemed like fifteen minutes before the stone began to shake. It rose into the air very slowly. Dusky’s head felt like it had burst into flames. She couldn’t concentrate any longer. The stone fell to the ground. “It’s alright. It was only your first time,” reassured Tirran. He scooped the stones up and shoved them into the hole. “Do I get a grade on this telekinesis test?” asked Dusky. “Of course not! You’re such a goose. Why would I do that?” laughed Tirran. Dusky breathed a sigh of relief. Tirran was considerably nicer than Charlie. “Now for the final test: paw beaming,” he explained. “What’s that?” asked Dusky. “I’ll explain. This is the most dangerous of the three. You can destroy things with a flick of your paw. You can even melt rocks. And singe your enemies,” Tirran explained. He pulled a jagged rock from a third hole and set it down. “Stand back! Quick!” he said. He positioned his paw in front of the rock. A mischievous smile spread across his face. “3,2,1…here it comes!” he shouted. Tirran’s paw began to glow a brilliant blue. All of the sudden, a bright blue beam shot from his paw and the rock exploded. Sparks flew everywhere. Dusky stared at where the rock once was. In it’s place was a miniature crater. Smoke billowed off of the top. She was in absolute awe. “Now do you see why this is the most dangerous?” asked Tirran. “Definitely,” answered Dusky. Tirran took another rock from the third hole and gave it to Dusky. “Imagine the rock exploding,” Tirran instructed. Dusky replayed the image of Tirran’s rock exploding in a flurry of sparks. Then she felt her paw grow hot. It also began to glow a deep purple. And just like that, a beam of purple light shot from her paw and the rock was destroyed. Once again, sparks flew everywhere. “Fantastic! Beautiful! Excellent! It couldn’t have been better than that!” congratulated Tirran. Tirran’s den began to smell smoky. Dusky coughed. “Can I *cough*cough* try again?” asked Dusky between coughs. “Of course,” said Tirran. Dusky did more paw beaming, and each time, the light was a different color. There was red light, yellow light, pink light, and even a rare, iridescent light that was all the colors of the rainbow. More and more rocks exploded. Soon, Tirran was out of rocks. “Wait here. If it is nighttime, I will get you so we can collect more rocks. If it is daytime, we stay here,” he said. Tirran dashed back up the winding tunnel. Dusky waited in his den, looking at the rocks and leaves. A small, cupped hole held dust made from crushed rocks. She suspected that it was used for disorienting your enemies by lifting it in the air and throwing it with telekinesis. After observing the holes for what seemed like an hour, Tirran raced back into the den. “The coast is clear,” he announced. “Now come on. We’ve got rocks to collect.” Dusky followed Tirran out of his den and into the heart of the forest. The snow still blanketed the ground. The moon was almost completely full, casting a ghostly glow throughout the forest. “Let’s split up. I’ll go east, you go west,” Tirran instructed. He then proceeded to dash off into the east end of the forest. Dusky ran westward into the other side of the forest. She stopped by an elderberry bush and picked up some jagged rocks from underneath it. She also picked up some elderberries, assuming that Tirran also needed them. Dusky decided that the only way to carry the rocks and berries was to stuff them in her cheek. So that’s what she did. Even though it probably made her look like a chipmunk, she did it. Dusky ran back to the entrance of Tirran’s den. Tirran was waiting for her. He also had rocks in his cheeks. He ran down the tunnel, and Dusky followed him. When they reached the den, They spit out their rocks. Dusky spit out the elderberries as well. “How did you know that we needed berries? Thank you,” said Tirran. He scooped up the rocks and placed them in the empty hole. He put the berries in a much smaller hole filled with rose hips and more elderberries. And then, they both slept amid feathers and moss in Tirran’s den. The next morning, Tirran poked his head out of the den entrance. “I smell something strange. Something’s amiss,” he said. “Come, Dusky. Bring some rocks. There’s trouble around here somewhere,” Tirran said. Dusky ran up the tunnel and followed Tirran through the forest. “The scent’s getting stronger. I can identify it: it’s cat scent,” he informed. “Oh no. Please please please let it not be what I think it will be,” pleaded Dusky. “Who do you think it is?” Tirran asked. “Charlie. The main reason I left home,” said Dusky. She explained how Charlie had endlessly tortured her and how he got the nicer things. “I can understand that,” said Tirran. Dusky and Tirran reached the edge of the forest. But only a few feet away, a cat stood in the snow. The cat had long, brown tabby fur. His gleaming eyes stared directly into Dusky’s. She recognized the cat at once: Charlie was back. “So! The little scrap thought that she could run away from Master Charlie, eh?” he said. “Yes. But this time, I’ve got a reinforcement,” defended Dusky. “And who is this reinforcement of yours?” asked Charlie. And right on cue, Tirran stepped beside Dusky. He stepped closer to Charlie. The cat and the fox began to circle, hissing and growling at each other. Tirran swiftly gave a look to Dusky. She knew that it meant that he was distracting her, so Dusky picked up the rocks and began to lift them with her mind. She paced over to Charlie, carrying the rocks in midair. When she knew the time was right, Dusky flung the rocks at him. It was a direct hit. Charlie howled in pain as he was struck by the assault of rocks. After quickly recovering from the shock, he stood up and growled. Tirran hissed at him. Dusky did the same. Charlie suddenly backed up, then he charged straight at her, his tabby fur raised on his back. Dusky knew that there was only one thing left to do: paw beaming. She narrowed her eyes and pointed her paw at Charlie. Charlie was still charging at her, unaware of Dusky’s power. And before he could get to Dusky, her paw glowed purple and a beam of light shot out of her paw and hit him. Charlie was on his side, but he slowly rolled over and realized that his fur was on fire. He yelped in pain and rolled in the snow, attempting to put out the fire. Charlie succeeded, but his fur was badly singed. He ran off in the distance, never to be seen by Dusky or Tirran again. Dusky looked over at Tirran. He was smiling broadly. “You did well,” he complemented. “Thank you,” said Dusky. “I have a question for you,” said Tirran. “How would you like to live with me in the forest forever?” he asked. Dusky’s eyes widened. “Yes, please!” she shouted. And with that, Dusky ran off with Tirran and they lived happily ever after. As for Charlie…
Charlie came home to Ms. White, his fur singed and black-tipped. He limped through the old doggy door and meowed. “Oh, you poor thing!” exclaimed Ms. White. She thought for a second. And then something hit her. “YOU! It was you all along, Charlie! You are the one who caused Dusky to leave! You! You’re going to the Pound for that, mister!” shouted Ms. White. She stuffed Charlie in the cat carrier and drove him to the City Pound. There he lived the rest of his life among other naughty cats and dogs off all shapes and sizes. To replace Charlie and Dusky, Ms. White stopped by the local animal shelter and picked up two new cats: Hildegarde, a Siamese, and Twitchy, a black domestic shorthair.