The chick picks up a few limp pieces of straw with which to defend herself. Unlike her second sister, she has never taken martial arts. But deep in her heart, she always knew that she would have a sad and beautifully tragic death. If only the world had known of her creative genius.
With a swipe of the paw the cat scoops her tiny body up and stuffs it down his gullet. But moments before her death, she gasps out one last sweet note.
After her death her spirit floats up beside you and asks, "Why the hell, did you have me defend myself?"
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