It was just another normal day, a black cat stopped at the top of a hill, looking down at the dense forest below. The cat sighed in relief.
"Finally, I never thought I'd be out of those swamps." Quick shook some mud off the fur of his back foot. "Can't believe i didn't see that puddle..." He started down the hill in a slow trot, padding through the grass in silence, trees appeared more and more frequently around him.
A low grumbling sound suddenly cut through the silence making Quick groan. "Yes, i know,i know, I need food, now be quiet." He told his stomach. "Now i just need to find a -" Out of the corner of his eye he saw a squirrel dart past him and without hesitation he pursued at full speed, deeper into the forest.
Subject: I Blame my Stomach... 
