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Monday, March 25, 2013

The Saga of Fishback the Cat - Chapter 17



Fishback the (former) Cat pulled himself from the wreckage of his high speed car chase and hoped he still had enough time to make good his escape before the gods' guards caught him and his stolen shape shifting potion. Above the roar of the fire that swept over his stolen car, he heard a strange sort of music and the shouts of a thousand people. Surely in such a loud crowd he could lose his pursuers.

He ran up the hill, following the sound through the alleys and across the thoroughfares until he came upon a teeming mass of people, gathered together in costumes to watch another mass of people gather in costumes walk along playing music. If he couldn't blend in here, he deserved to be caught. He grabbed a colorful stick from a random bystander and strapped the glowing bottle to the end, fashioning himself a baton, vibrant and luminous like so many others he saw.

He could see the crowds shuffle as the gods' guards forced their way through, scanning faces for his, but there among the parade, he may as well have been invisible. Two miles down the route, they abandoned their search, and Fishback the (former, soon to be again) Cat was free to live his remaining eight lives.


Originally mailed to J. Germany of Biloxi, Mississippi

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