thehometree | Hey, diddle-diddle, the cat and the fiddle...

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Hey, diddle-diddle, the cat and the fiddle...

| characters | Kit, the NPC Violinist, and anyone

| date/time | Backdated to evening on the 26th

| location | Flying around outside, and later near the edge of the mist

| rating | PG? It has the corpse-like Violinist in it

| summary | After the cries and moans of the previous night, Kit is restless. And the appearance of the Violinist isn't helping matters.

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Kit couldn't stop thinking about the noises they'd heard the previous night. Who or what had made them? Whatever it was, it had sounded like it was dying, which was disturbing. She didn't like to think of anybody dying, probably alone, in this huge forest.

But since the cries came from beyond the mist, there was nothing she could do to help. Nothing any of them could do to help, really. She could only hope that it hadn't been as bad as it sounded.

Still, whatever it had been, she couldn't relax, and thus opted to head outside for a little flight. Maybe some fresh air would help.

For the Violinist

The answer to the mystery appeared that evening, crawling and dragging himself through the woods. It was the corpse-like musician from the pond, his instrument still broken from their attack. He'd looked dangerous then, towering over their tiny forms, playing music that controlled and threatened to drown them.

But when they'd broken his instrument, he hadn't looked angry. Just dismayed and sad. Almost as if he couldn't understand why they'd done it.

Now? Now he didn't look threatening at all. Just weak and sad. Was this because of what they'd done?

Kit landed on a rock just inside the mist, near where she could see him on the other side. "I'm sorry," she said to him, even though she was unsure if he could understand her. "I... we never meant for this to happen to you." They'd meant to stop him, and to save themselves, but not to make him suffer.

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The violinist howls, dragging bone-tipped fingers along the edge of the mist, the dulled-over corpse eyes focusing on the little kitten-fae.

Taking advantage of the lapse in rain, Orcelito leaves the warmth of the entrance to ascend in a spiral around the Tree. The recent conversation with Arj left him uneasy. He must find out who the shadow behind the mist is. If it is the hollow woman, everything is fine. If not…

A howl echoes in the air – not a wolf howl, but a human cry like Arj described. Orcelito slows down, looping back around the Tree to find the source. He circles into view as the Violinist moves forward to touch the mist.

A familiar terror strikes Orcelito, shuttering all the way to the tips of his wings. And it’s not a fear of the grotesque – no, this is deeper than mere death. He suddenly dares not move, dares not even breathe… but he’s five feet in the air and his wings keep beating. His flight path turns erratic as he struggles with the vulnerability of being fully visible. He recalls Saber’s words. ‘That creature knows where we live. It could return to avenge himself at any time.’

He must find someone to finish that creature! If the monster breaks into their sanctuary… Wait. Who is that approaching the mist wall?

“Kit!” He cries in her direction. His wings fold back into an arrow formation and he enters a swooping dive. She’s only a few yards away. He can make it! Please don’t get any closer. You can resist the magic, just hold on…

Kit steps back reflexively as the creature's bony fingers scrape the edge of the mist. No matter how sorry she feels for him, she doesn't want to get grabbed if those fingers make it through.

She's about to say something else to him when she hears a familiar voice call out her name, glancing up to see Orcelito diving for her at top speed. For a split second, she's confused, but then realization hits. He must think she's under the musician's spell!

"Orcelito!", she calls back, waving to let him know she's alright. "It's OK; I'm not under his spell. I... don't think he has any magic any more." She glances back over her shoulder indicating the broken instrument he's clutching.

Fuu had been pacing around the mist as well, hoping to get a look at whatever pitiful creature was making those sounds. If she had been Hikaru or Umi, she probably would have struck the barrier in frustration--as it was, she hadn't resisted the temptation to try pushing through it, but she had no more success than the wolf pup.

When she saw the bedraggled violinist, and Kit, and Orcelito bolting for her, Fuu took to the air as well. The violinist's fingers were scraping across the barrier and not through it, but it was still an alarming sight.

And yet pitiful at the same time. Fuu hadn't been among the group that had fought him; maybe that was why she felt that way. Though she was glad to see Kit step back, all the same. "He looks... hurt," Fuu said, looking quickly from the violinist to Kit. Well, he looked dead, but that hadn't actually hindered him before. She looked to Orcelito as well. "Both of you are all right?"

That Kit is lucid enough to call to him registers last minute. Orcelito’s wings snap open and he drops out of the dive, twists sharply to the side, and makes a tight, downward curve to land alongside her.

Immediately, he can feel the weight and immensity of the creature looming over them, with only the mist separating them like a pane of glass. His heart is hammering as he stumbles between Kit and the wall. His wings spread out to shield both of them. (For all the good it will do; he’s hardly going to camouflage them now.)

He looks down at Kit with wide eyes, and his voice is sharp with worry. “Kit, what are you doing out here? We don’t know that for certain. This is dangerous!” She is right though; there is no music. He glances up, and the shadowed shreds of the violin catch his attention. He swallows, but his fear barely falters. A defeated enemy is still dangerous - maybe more so.

He’s relieved when Fuu arrives, but he’s too tense for it to show. “Yes, we’re fine,” he answers quickly. Kit is fine, right? He’ll make sure she’s fine later. Right now, he just needs to escort her back to the Tree.

Kit sighs a bit as Fuu arrives too. "Yeah, I'm fine," Kit says. She sounds just a little annoyed when she says it. "I was just talking to him. He's not magicking me or anything, and you guys don't need to worry. He couldn't get through the mist when he was strong and had his instrument, and look at him now." Kit gestures past Orcelito to the corpse-like being beyond the mist. "I don't think he can even stand up, let alone hurt anybody."

"I think we did worse than just stop his magic when we broke his instrument," Kit says. "I think we might have really hurt him. I was... I thought he at least deserved an apology, you know? I don't know about anybody else, but I just wanted to stop him, not... do this."

Orcelito spares a moment to follow Kit’s gesture, looking up at the gaunt corpse slouched behind the mist. The sight still makes him sick. It really does look like a drowned man, resurrected out of the lake in some unholy fashion. More than being hurt, it seems cruel for such a creature to exist in the first place.

Trusting Fuu to watch out for them, Orcelito returns his attention to Kit, staring intently at her face. She doesn’t look ensorcelled; at least, her eyes are clear and she appears more earnest than obsessed. But he can’t be certain. He steps closer, curling a wing forward to nudge her further from the mist.

“Kit, he tried to drown us. Worse than that, he tried to take our minds with his music. Do you remember?” There’s a note of anger in his voice. Orcelito definitely remembers; he still has nightmares about it.

“And why do you think he’s come back? Did you consider it might be for vengeance? Or that he wants us to feel pity for him?”

Granted, it is piteous to fail to finish an enemy and see them in anguish afterwards. But a defeated enemy is still responsible for their actions! And that makes him angry, because Kit is a child and shouldn’t have to witness this.

He lowers and shakes his head, his voice softer. “An apology isn’t going to make this right.”

Orcelito was making very good sense. It could well be a trick on the violinist's part, and while Fuu hadn't fought him, she could believe that he might pretend to be more hurt than he was. But... for all that she had been disturbed by his first appearance, and his behavior on the journey in midsummer, she couldn't wholeheartedly agree.

After all, Zagato had attacked her, Hikaru, and Umi, even though they were children--he had sent assassins after them, repeatedly, created a Mashin of his own and used every spell he had to try and destroy them. It had been so very easy to believe that he was evil and not look for a reason to his actions. And he had been a human being. Who knew what might be driving the violinist? Could they comprehend him so easily?

"Orcelito-san..." Fuu pressed her fingers to her lips for a moment. "I understand your feelings, but I think Miss Kit is right. We don't know who he is or why he attacked. Maybe he didn't understand us or what we are--we don't quite know what he is, after all. At the least, we should try to speak to him."

"I know that," Kit replies softly to Orcelito. "I know what he did. It's just..." She sighs. "Him hurting us doesn't give us the right to hurt him. Stop him, yeah, and defend ourselves. But not to make him suffer. Revenge never makes anything better."

Kit nods when Fuu speaks up. "That's what I was thinking," Kit says. "There might be parts of the picture that we're not seeing. I saw how he looked when we broke his instrument. He didn't look angry, like we'd just ruined his plans or something. He just looked... sad. And upset. Like he couldn't understand why we'd done it. I'm... not sure he really understands that what he was doing was hurting us. Or even that we can't live under water like he can."

"And besides, even if he was angry, why wait til now to come after us?", Kit says. "And why when he's in this kind of shape? That'd be dumb. He might want something, but I don't think it's revenge."

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He listens, but their words seem irrelevant. There isn’t much ambiguity about drowning. The monster was a threat in the past and will likely be a threat in the future. They’ve already tried to speak to him to no avail. And the fact that he’s clawing to get into their sanctuary isn’t improving matters.

‘Revenge never makes anything better.’ He would tend to disagree but... he can see Kit’s point. The situation is rather absurd now that he considers it. Why come to take revenge in such a weakened state? It could be a trick to lower their defenses, but the Violinist can’t seem to force his way in, and he can’t lure them out.

Whatever their visitor’s motives, Orcelito can’t discern them right now. Nevertheless, they are standing too close. “Very well.” He concedes. “But don’t stand so close. Fuu, if you would stay to guard her, please?”

Hearing Kit's account of the battle, rather its aftermath, struck Fuu even more deeply. Yes, it was quite possible that he didn't understand his actions could have killed them. Though what he did want still stood out as a rather important question in Fuu's mind.

Orcelito could be right and he might only be acting to get them off their guard, but the state of his body was so terrible Fuu had difficulty believing that. He certainly couldn't fake his pawing at the mist. (Not unless he was a skilled mime as well as a violinist. No, highly unlikely.)

"Of course." Fuu agreed with Kit, but there was no reason not to be cautious. She stepped closer to the girl, ready to cast a defensive spell if need be. Facing the violinist, she gave him a polite bow. Would her healing spell work? she wondered. It might hurt an undead-looking creature, even if it did make it through the barrier, and it would be far too small... best to preserve her magic for a shield or escape, then, but Fuu still wished she felt sure enough to try it. Maybe it would make the violinist see them differently.

Kit's first instinct is to protest that she she doesn't need guarding, especially from someone who can't even touch her. And where does Orcelito get off bossing her around anyway? She may just be a kitten, but she's had way more experience with monsters and magical creatures than he has. But she realizes that he's only trying to help, and thus moves back a bit with Fuu, though not without an annoyed flick of her tail.

She soon settles back into a more thoughtful state though. "I wish we could talk to him," Kit says. "Him and the Hollow Lady speak a totally different language from us. Long as we can't understand what he's saying, and don't know if he can understand what we're saying, it'll be really hard to work out what he wants."

She considers a moment. "I wonder if he'd respond to music?", she asks. "I mean, whatever else he is, we know he's a musician. Maybe that's how to get through to him." Kit pulls out her flupe and looks down at it. The last time she played it before him, it had been as a desperate defense against his magic. But now that his own magic seems to be gone, will her own music be able to reach him?

Orcelito steps back, aching with tension. He doesn’t like this. He doesn’t like it at all. He’s considering running to find Saber so she can finish the creature off - that may be the kindest thing they can do right now. But… Orcelito looks at Fuu and Kit’s expressions, and he hesitates.

Both have more experience with magic than he does. And while it’s possible that Ivaera’s theory was right, and the Violinist is a demon trying to manipulate them, that would be jumping to conclusions. He’s done that all his life, and… it didn’t end well.

Kit’s suggestion sounds safe enough. “Some of your songs have soothing effects, don’t they? Try one.”

Maybe, if they can't do anything else for him, Kit will entertain the idea of putting the musician out of his misery. But she firmly believes that killing should never be a first option. It's taking the easy way out, removing a problem rather than trying to solve it.

And besides that, it tends not to endear you to those around you, as the cats had found out at great cost. The musician and the Hollow Lady spoke the same language; if they were somehow connected, killing him, whatever the reason, could turn her against them. And she could pass through the mist without a problem.

But that's immaterial for the moment as Orcelito accepts her suggestion. She takes a deep breath, brings her flupe to her lips, closes her eyes, and begins to play. She puts just the tiniest bit of magic in the song directed at the musician. Hopefully she could convey that sense of well being it seemed to generate without actually inducing a trance.

It's alright... We won't hurt you... Don't worry... It's alright...

Fuu nodded. "Good idea. Music is a universal language, it seems." No matter what country you were from or the idiosyncrasies of scales and compositions, anyone could tell a happy song from a sad one.

She watched the violinist as Kit began to play, but the sound of the song made Fuu's eyes stray back to the girl now and again. It was a truly lovely little song, and Fuu could feel the edge of the magic that was in it. Fuu doubted her own magic could make it through the barrier, but magic carried on music rather than spun up from willpower--perhaps the mist would be unable to contain that.

The Violinist seems slightly stunned by the music from Kit's flupe, staring at her with the milky eyes and opening his mouth slightly as if he wanted to speak. Nothing comes out, and he hugs the broken violin close like an injured child, stroking the snapped strings.

The next moment, he's dragging his rotten fingers over the mist again with an agonized wail.

Like Fuu, Orcelito remains watchful as Kit begins to play. He’s familiar with the flupe’s music by now – and its’ effects – so he’s prepared for the feeling of calm it brings. Still, he is unwilling to drop his guard.

When the ghostly musician appears to speak, Orcelito leans forward, waiting to hear the foreign language. But alas, there’s only silence, and a simple gesture that needs no translation. Not having spent much time with musicians, Orcelito does not fully understand the sentiment. Yes, a broken violin is a regrettable sight to any artist, but that violin nearly killed him and Orcelito isn’t going to mourn it.

He may have been willing to try to understand, but the fingers reaching for them and that graveyard wail send Orcelito stumbling back. He moves closer to Kit, curling one wing around her in a protective gesture. “That’s enough.” More gently, he adds, “I appreciate your kindness in trying, but I don’t think he wants to hear someone play for him right now. We should go.”

At first it seems as though she's getting through. The musician definitely responds, or tries to. But in the end, the music only seems to hurt him more.

She stops with a sad sigh as Orcelito wraps a protective wing around her, tucking her flupe back into her pouch. She looks back out through the mist at the musician, expression sorrowful; she hates to see any creature suffering as much as the musician seems to be, but doesn't know what she can do to help. She's almost ready to heed Orcelito's suggestion to leave... until her gaze falls on the broken instrument.

Squinting a bit to focus through the mist she moves a little away from Orcelito to free up her wings then flutters upwards a little to get a better angle. The strings, snapped and broken as they are, have an oddly ethereal sheen to them that she's only seen in one material before. "Hey, guys," she says, pointing at the damaged instrument, "don't those strings kinda look like the same kind of hair that the Hollow Lady left us a little while ago? You think that might be what he's after?"

Oh dear, that seemed to have backfired quite badly. Did the violinist think they were taunting him by having Kit make music when he no longer could? Fuu took a step forward in front of Kit as he clawed at the mist again.

She was giving serious consideration to attempting a healing spell on him (as much as Orcelito was sensible in suggesting that they leave), though she still hesitated about the effects on an undead being, when Kit made a new suggestion.

"Ah... yes it does, now that you mention it," Fuu said. It had looked like horsehair, but it was clearly magical in nature--just the thing for an enchanted instrument. "You think we should give it to him, then?"

This is precisely why he didn’t want her to stay in the first place! (Obvious dangers aside.) Orcelito values Kit’s heart as much as her physical health, and in his opinion this is beyond what she should have to witness. He is less worried about Fuu, as she appears to maintain emotional distance.

There’s a disturbance against his scales and Orcelito draws back his wing. He presumes Kit is going back to the Tree, but no? He watches anxiously as she flutters closer to the mist than he’d like.

Orcelito grits his teeth; was it necessary to speak that aloud? “How could he know?” He asks Fuu in a lowered voice.

Kit had already witnessed things that frightened her far more than this creature. War. Death. Cruelty. Beings that reveled in the suffering of others, or callously disregarded it. True monsters, without any magical excuses for their nature.

The creature on the other side of the mist was frightening and ugly, and not without things he needed to answer for. But Kit couldn't bring herself to call him a monster. Maybe he would prove her wrong later. But until then, she couldn't just allow him to suffer if there was something she could do.

"Maybe the Hollow Lady told him," Kit said settling back on the rock. "Or someone else that speaks their language did. Or maybe he can just feel it somehow, 'cause of his instrument."

Kit took a deep breath. "I'm going to get a little bit of it and see if that's what he really wants," she said. "And if it is, I'm going to put some in the stream and send it out to him. He might have done bad things before, but I think he's suffered enough to pay for them, and I can't just leave him there like that if there's something I can do."

"If you guys want to help me, you can," she said, "I'm doing it because I think it's the right thing to do, but if you don't, I won't make you. I just know... I can't let fear keep me from doing what I think is right. That's not what Thundercats do."

"So I'm gonna go get the hair now," Kit said. "'Scuse me." She bowed slightly in both Orcelito and Fuu's directions before flying off towards where they'd stored the hair.

Fuu took a deep breath as Kit spoke her mind. She'd known that Kit was mature for her age; that was plain from just a few minutes of talking with her. Still, it was quite a statement from one so young.

It was also one that Fuu could agree with wholeheartedly. Yes, it was certainly risky, but the violinist was so hurt and wretched... she bowed back as Kit flew off, and turned to Orcelito.

"I've never met any Thundercats before Miss Kit, but they seem to have very good principles if she's any example," she said, with a faint smile. "Will you be staying as well?"

Orcelito sighs, as though under a familiar weight. He accepts the speech without a word and watches her dart away towards the Tree.

A number of unsavory thoughts force their way into his mind under the guise of prudence. He could chase after Kit and argue reason. He could stop her. He could call someone on the amber slice to finish the Violinist. But in the end he restrains himself. He treasures Kit’s warm heart and her free will even more. If he interferes with either of those he is no better than the creature wailing at the mist, or his own enemies back home.

He glances at Fuu, silently echoing the sentiment. The king whom Kit serves under must be a force to be reckoned with indeed, to afford to uphold such principles. Orcelito wouldn’t mind meeting him.

“Of course I’ll stay.” He manages a smile. He won’t let her do this without him, whatever the consequences.

Kit doesn't often feel the need to make speeches, but sometimes the only way to get through to grown ups is to talk like one of them. She's just glad she doesn't have to do it that often.

Upon reaching where they stored the hair, Kit pulls out several strands from the bunch- as one might not be that visible through the mist- and carefully coils them up like a loop of rope. She then flies back with it to the rock by the mist where her friends are waiting, holding up the small coil of shimmering hair where the musician could see it.

"Is this what you need?", Kit asked, pointing to the hair, then to the musician, with a somewhat exaggerated questioning look and tone. Even if he couldn't understand her words, her gestures and tone of voice should hopefully convey the message adequately.

The Violinist's milky eyes widen at the sight of the hair, the broken, jagged nails dragging against the mist's barrier.

He gives a low, keening cry, desperately trying to reach the shimmery fibers.

Fuu gave Orcelito a warm smile in reply. She had expected him to say that, but it was clear that he was still reluctant to go so far as to help the creature. "I'm nervous too, and I wasn't even in the fight with Mr. Violinist. Thank you for going along with us."

She looked up when Kit returned with the shimmering hair, but turned sharply when the violinist reacted so strongly to them and began clawing at the mist, like a stranded man reaching for water.

"Oh--" Fuu looked around and spotted what they needed: a broad oak leaf. She dragged it over by its stem. "Miss Kit, we can send it through using this as a raft."

He silently watches Kit return, then raises his head to study the reactions of their visitor. Orcelito hopes her words will not get through; that the Violinist will not understand or show interest. When the creature lunges at the barrier, it’s a finality that makes Orcelito wince.

Well… so be it then. If he’s going to be involved, he may as well take advantage of the situation. Kind gestures to enemies can be wonderfully manipulative when done right.

He assists Fuu with carrying the leaf to the stream. His expression is carefully neutral, his real thoughts on the matter tucked away for the time being. Though, he gives Kit a brief, questioning look. He wants to make sure she’s confident about this decision; no one would blame her if she changed her mind.

The musician's reaction is immediate and very clear. "I'll take that as a 'yes'," Kit says.

But how to get it to him? Just dropping it in the stream risked it being washed away or sinking and getting lost. Luckily Fuu provides a timely solution to that problem though. "Yeah, that should work great," Kit says.

She starts to fly down to deposit her hairs on the leaf before pausing and darting back to her previous place for just a moment. "It'll take us a few minutes to get everything together," she says to the musician, holding up one finger in what she hopes is a fairly understandable 'just a minute' gesture. "Just wait right there. And no more trying to claw the mist; it won't get you the hair any faster and you could end up hurting yourself more." She accompanies the last bit with a scolding finger-wag and a 'settle down' gesture with her free hand.

Only when she flies back to deposit her hairs on the leaf for real does she notice the look Orcelito's giving her. "I know you think this isn't the best idea," Kit says. "I'm not sure he's really bad, but he still might be dangerous, whether or not he means to be."

"But he's also a person, who's suffering," she says. "And I can't just ignore him. I think the Hollow Lady counted on that, and that's why she left us the hair."

"Besides," Kit says as she flutters off to retrieve more hair to add to the leaf-boat, "if there's more than just him and the Hollow Lady out there, then helping him instead of attacking him shows them we're not looking for trouble. Even if it keeps finding us."

He’s silent for this speech too. There’s a lot he wants to say… but not here. He settles for a quiet reply. “I’m not discounting that possibility. I just want you to be certain before you do this.” She is arming their opponent, after all, while her friends are standing vulnerable here at the foot of the mist.

It seems peculiar to him. Kit must have experienced kind gestures that turned sour and false fronts. Surely she’s learned much from living on the streets and then traveling with the Thundercats. He thought she’d seen enough of life to be more prudent.

He watches her fly away again. Perhaps stubborn kindness runs in her family like it does in his. This reminds him of his elder brother, and that awakens a cold feeling inside of him. He takes a deep breath and tries to draw strength from Fuu’s quiet confidence. At least they aren’t doing this alone.

Kit hesitates slightly at Orcelitos words and winds up thinking about them as she flies. Is she certain? Not really, if she's being honest with herself. She's working more on feeling than logic; what she's doing probably isn't the smart thing.

But the fact remains that she can't allow the musician to continue to suffer if she can prevent it. To do that would make her as cruel as Orcelito accuses the musician of being. And even if he's right, she's seen that repaying cruelty with cruelty only leads to destruction.

She returns to the leaf boat with as large a coil of the hair as she can easily carry. She doesn't look up as she arranges it, but she does makes a soft, belated reply to Orcelito as she does so. "No," she says, "I'm not really certain. You can't ever really be certain about people. And assuming the worst of them is easier, and a good way to protect yourself from being hurt. But... Kat and I tried that for awhile, and it just made us miserable."

"Trust is hard, and it's risky," Kit says. "But most really good things are. And... it's worth it to me, I guess." She straightens up and gazes up at the tree they all live in. "Kinda has to be around here." A bunch of strangers thrown together in a strange place by strange forces. What choice did they have but to trust?

"Such lessons are often learned through experience, aren't they?" Fuu said. No, this really was an uncertain thing they were doing; there was no getting around it. But she would rather make an error out of kindness and mercy than mistrust and fear.

She bent to help Kit settle the hair in their makeshift raft. "We have had to trust each other right away, haven't we?" she said with a small smile, taking Kit's point. She looked up at Orcelito. In spite of his continued warnings, he had to trust the two of them a great deal to still be here at all, standing by as they took this risk.

"But I won't say don't worry. There are plenty of good reasons to. It's always good to keep the worst-case scenario in mind--that has also been my experience."

Not being able to trust is miserable… yes. He’s come to feel that way too. It is a part of his life now, to jump at shadows and be on the defensive. It’s why he’s still alive. But before he learned this fear, life was… lighter. The only strings attached to kindness were like ribbons hiding a present. He yearns for those days again. Taking in Kit was a way to invite that serendipity back in.

He meets Fuu’s gaze, considering. It is a delicate balance she speaks of – hope for the best and prepare for the worst. Something he’s still learning. When confronted with fear as powerful as what that violin inspires in him, it is a struggle to give a second chance. Because that second chance may be his last.

Yet kindness is also a survival tactic for him. He won’t say it’s honest or from the heart, but he can at least participate in the gesture of goodwill in an effort to dissuade further attacks. If it does not work… he will know better next time, they all will. For now, it will honor that sense of humanity that is vital to their community’s well-being.

“I agree that cruelty only invites more of the same.” He says, with a certainty born from past experience. “If we agree that this act of generosity is in the interest of good relations with the forest’s inhabitants and we accept the consequences… I can accept this decision.” He glances back at Kit. “So long as you have thought it through.”

Agitha was out for a stroll in the evening, saying hello to any little bugs she saw on her way. Even though the sun was down and the sky was clear, she still carried her parasol over her shoulder. If she had heard the noises from the night before, she didn't show any signs of being bothered by it. Before heading back inside, she looked up to see another resident of the tree up in the air. She raised a hand to wave.

"Good evening! What brings you out here on this nice night?"

Kit smiled a little sheepishly. "Nothing really," Kit said. "Just couldn't relax after all those noises last night. How about you?

"Oh, yes! Those were quite spooky, weren't they?" Agitha agreed. "I was just taking a little stroll and checking up on the lil' bugs out here. They didn't seem very scared, though."

"Maybe they have some way of knowing what made them that we don't," Kit said. "Lots of times wild animals can sense things people can't."

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Hey, diddle-diddle, the cat and the fiddle...

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As well o/

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