That Infernal Animal (microfiction)

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Purring, the cat snaked through Jerry’s legs just as he was carrying Edith’s birthday cake to the table. Filling out the incident report for the house fire, Lieutenant Morris shook his head. A feline perpetrator. That was a first.




Prompt: Write a story in exactly 39 words that contain a verb which is also, when used as a noun, the name of an animal.

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  1. NorthieJune 6, 2019 at 1:46 AM

    I like this. It tells a complete story while also giving us space to imagine the rest.

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  2. GabiJune 6, 2019 at 4:36 AM

    Ingenious twist! 😁

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  3. Sanch @ Sanch WritesJune 6, 2019 at 5:19 AM

    This one made me smile especially as I have two cats and know just how close we come to accidents!

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    1. JenJune 6, 2019 at 7:26 AM

      Seriously, why do they insist on being underfoot? Do they have a death wish??

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  4. Lisa ShortJune 6, 2019 at 7:23 AM

    I see you have a cat. :)

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