there is something different here
"yes, i can just smell it" said the cat,
where no one had hair but each with long beards,
"what do you think that is-?' asked the cat 'and why-?"
whatever it was, i was new to it. i didn't know
what to think of it, when someone cried out "he must die!"
i asked "who, me?" then the death carrying a shovel showed,
with a smell of compound-leftovers of trash. "it's him!" said i.
"you lie." because there was nobody around me, because i was
the only one there. the proud cat now wasn't where it was at, he sat
down, but, instead, he fell deep neath the ground and just kept on falling and falling.
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