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Chapter 3

om went to the drawer that was filled with his clothes, and

took a warm hat, scarf, gloves, a sweater, and warm pants
and boots with silky leather. Then he rushed to the kitchen
T while dressing up and got a basket. Next he whooshed like

a tornado through the door. And there he was: a little boy
that had just eaten went outside to have some fresh air and do his hobby,
building a snowman and helping grandma. Then he put the basket down

and rolled a pile of snow to make the tummy of the snowman. Suddenly,
Tom saw a black cat. He saw it so clearly that he did not have to step closer.
Then he heard a fart sound. He did not do it! The cat did it! And then:

“Hello, you are Jonathan’s grandson, right?” the black cat asked.
“AAAAAAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Tom shouted, running away, leaving like he had fire in his pants. Every

time he looked back the cat was getting further, but he did not realize that
he was going the direction of the Bohemian Forest. Then he stopped. He

looked around and he saw he was in the forest. Suddenly he heard some
voices around; scattered, cackled voices, as a trogglehumper struggling
to be free. He followed the voices, and as he was getting nearer it sounded
like cats and he heard his name! He was so curious that he followed the

voices. At last he saw where the voices were coming from, they were
coming from cats scattering about; but the weird thing was that the biggest

cat was on the stage in front of all the black cats. They behaved as if they
all were afraid of her. Then suddenly:
“SILENCE! “Shouted the biggest cat on the stage. “Who has a plann?

It betterrrr be goodd”
“I have one, your magnificence, your splendor, your stateliness, your
dignity, your greatness, your grandness, your majesty, your…”

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