Mean while Cricket was still stuck in the paper bag. She danced around like she was standing on hot coals. Her head neatly lodged inside the paper bag tied off with a bright pink ribbon. Cricket stopped fussing for a second and started blindly backing up - as most cats do when something is on their heads. She backed up for ten whole minuets . . . then she hit a wall, or a corner rather. She could not back up any further, so she decided to sit and think of what types of food she would eat when she got her head out of the bag.
Duck on the other hand was changing the corse of history with every step she made. Ever paw in front of the other yielded daisies and birds of paradise, a hive of bees even appeared out of no wear and started humming a happy tune. Duck began to run even faster, fascinated by her new found super ability. She forgot all about her original quest of finding her hero Thomas Kinkade and just watched the splendor unfold in front of her very eyes.
Suddenly she felt the heat. It came on so fast that she didn't have time to think. Her fur seemed like it was on fire. Her brain felt like it was going to explode. She slowed to a trot, but her paws felt like they were going to burn off from the hot ground. She came to a stop and glanced back, her eyes wide in horror at what she saw . . .
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