As
he escaped from the halls of the afterlife with the gods' own shape
shifting potion, Fishback the (former) Cat longed for his catlike
speed and agility, but quickly changed his tune when he saw the
Ferrari 458 Spider. He didn't know much about cars, but he did know
that humans used these strange hands of theirs to go a whole lot
faster than a cat ever could. After a brief while experimenting with
pedals and buttons and wheels, he soon discovered that pressing his
right foot down made the thing roar like a lion and run like a
cheetah, and the circle in the middle could be used to direct its
rampaging charge.
A banshee's wail of sirens and a cold fiery glow appeared in his mirrors, and he knew this meant the gods knew of his little theft (or two, since he'd taken the car as well). It was good to outrun, but he would need to outmaneuver as well. Fortunately, though his human body was awkward and clumsy, the car handled like his old self, nimbly weaving between cars the way he used to dart between chair legs. Why this “Ferrari” chose to name itself after an ugly awkward spider instead of a ferocious feline such as himself, he couldn't fathom.
He would make good his escape. He was sure of it. The blue and red lights had all but vanished from his rear view, and he congratulated himself all the way up to the moment he carved a turn too tightly and the car launched itself into the air. He could only hope the vehicle chose to land on its feet.
A banshee's wail of sirens and a cold fiery glow appeared in his mirrors, and he knew this meant the gods knew of his little theft (or two, since he'd taken the car as well). It was good to outrun, but he would need to outmaneuver as well. Fortunately, though his human body was awkward and clumsy, the car handled like his old self, nimbly weaving between cars the way he used to dart between chair legs. Why this “Ferrari” chose to name itself after an ugly awkward spider instead of a ferocious feline such as himself, he couldn't fathom.
He would make good his escape. He was sure of it. The blue and red lights had all but vanished from his rear view, and he congratulated himself all the way up to the moment he carved a turn too tightly and the car launched itself into the air. He could only hope the vehicle chose to land on its feet.
Originally
mailed to C. George of San Diego, California
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