By: Mae S.
Illinois, Age 13
There once was a young cat, she was not normal. Nor was she as small as a cat. She was more like a large house cougar. She went by the name Nepeta, and she lived in a cozy cave. One day, she went out hunting to find her usual prey. As she was prancing and running through the soft, green tall grass that filled her forest. She stopped in a large field, one of her ears twitched at the rustle of a bush and she lowered herself. It was a large, large, blue horse. His mane was long, slick and black. She stared ahead. Her green tail swished and she smiled, slowly moving herself closer.