Big tempting piece of raw boar impeach meat, dimly moonlit clearing.
The famished, old, mangy Cat gathers itself for a spring, maybe its last, the air thick with the scent of other predators more vicious even than it. It pauses, crouched, and waits. Fear Trumps greed, hunger.
It smells many things.... Is the hunk of meat Biden, not boar?
A trap of human hunters, to capture it alive?
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