tuppence

It was an unlikely friendship between a cat and a turtle. And not only a friendship, but also an alliance.

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If anyone so happened to be wondering, study is coming along ok. Nothing too eventful to report here. Just looking through lectures with the occasional distraction and persistent boredom (hence the need for distractions).

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My feet know the way. They’ll get me where I need to go. No thinking required. They know where they’re going. I could have my head in the clouds and my mind wandering off in the opposite direction – but my feet know where they’re stepping and they keep moving. By the time my mind catches up, I’m already there.

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There was an explosion in the other room, and the flames roared louder. They could hear the wood splintering and feel the whole building struggling to stay intact.

There was a door at either end of the room. At one end, smoke was streaming through the edges of the door, and the merciless fire seemed to be charging at it, trying to force its way through to them. There was no chance of escape through there.

Quickly, he ran to the door at the other side of the room. His friend followed closely behind him. In a mad panic, he grabbed at the handle and turned it. But the door would not open. He rammed his shoulder against it. But still it would not give. The door was not locked, but it was stuck. Hope had come and gone in a heartbeat.

“What are we going to do? The door’s stuck! I can’t get it to open! We’re trapped!”

“Try pulling rather than pushing.”

“Oh.”

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