The twisted vicious cat squashed himself in the door. His pitiful meow filled the room as he tried to push through the doors. You could hear him scratching and growling. His contorted face made it look it look like he had a caramel chocolate swirls like ice cream and he was melting slowly.
He was trapped.
His white long whiskers were twitching in the sunlight. His face was going to turn into a pancake if he stayed like that all night. He forced the door to open. It was really funny sitting there watching him.
Maya
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