Poorly The Bobcat wakes. He shields his eyes from the autumn morning piercing the curtains.

“How are you feeling, wee man?”

“Not good.”

“Not good? Awww. ”

“Not good all over.”

“Is there any part of you that does feel good?”

The pinky toe feels good.

It’s a start.

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