I was preparing my guitar for the contest that was on that night. At seven o’ clock I left my house and I was nervous because it felt like I was being stalked. Once in a while, I saw little eyes; it felt completely out of tune.
I took a shortcut through the old, isolated forest. Suddenly I heard rustling in the bush across of me. I had a sense of foreboding. To my surprise it was just a small cat. It followed me so I decided to keep it. That night I was triumphant and won the contest.