[serendipity.]

Apple

The tiny kit crept across the factory floor dodging to two-leg feet as she scrabbled along. She had started coming here recently after hearing from a couple of older loners that this was a good place to get food for the brave. She wasn't very brave but she sure was starving. Every day was the same begging for food from the twolegs, sometimes she got lucky and was tossed a small chunk of red meat. Other times she was kicked and spit on by the meaner twolegs.

Anything to fill her empty belly. Perhaps today would a good day, she would get a good meal and that cranky old lady would let her sleep with the rest of her kits. Yes, a good day indeed.

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