Catwings by ursula k le guin6/25/2023 So the children's wings were the least of Mrs. The rats were fierce and dangerous the mice were shy and scrawny. Car wheels and trucks rolling past all day - rubbish and litter - hungry dogs - endless shoes and boots walking, running, stamping, kicking - nowhere safe and quiet, and less and less to eat. It really was a terrible neighborhood, and getting worse. They were beautiful children, well brought up. How is the milk this morning, children?" "It's very good, Mother, thank you," they answered happily. Harriet, when you purr, you should close your eyes part way and knead me with your front paws yes, that's the way. "Maybe they have wings because I dreamed, before they were born, that I could fly away from this neighborhood," said Mrs. "I suppose their father was a fly-by-night," a neighbor said, and laughed unpleasantly, sneaking round the dumpster. Mrs Jane Tabby could not explain why all four of her children had wings.
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