Once upon a time there was a cat. This cat was very strange. She made sounds with her mouth, high pitched squeaking noises that warned everyone she was coming to kill them. But no one understood a word she was saying.
Day in and day out she maneuvered through the house, taking every chance to deliver her message. A simple "meow" and she had told all she needed to tell. She would be coming soon to collect their souls.
No one made a move to stop her because they didn't bother to listen to her. They thought she was just saying hello. They had no idea their end was coming soon.
Finally the day arrived. The cat sharpened her claws in anticipation. Then suddenly, something interrupted her.
It was a bird! A bird outside the window. Hello bird! The cat purred. She would be killing the bird very soon.
Except the bird was emitting its own mysterious tones. Strange chirping noises. The cat didn't know what to make of them. What did these annoying chirps mean?
The genre-savvy cat knew curiosity was often the downfall of her kind, but she couldn't help herself. She had to know. She sprinted outside but the closer she got to the bird and the source of the chirping the further away the pesky thing moved.
The bird, still chirping, flew high into the sky, disappearing into the clouds above. The cat put her jet pack into gear and followed the bird into the great blue expanse, never to be seen again.
The moral of the story is, never trust a bird.
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