Cessy creeps through the undergrowth, years of training in the village coming to her aid... her prey before her.
She watches it intently... waiting, waiting...
She creeps closer, silently stalking....
She tenses, her muscles straining as she pauses, her prey coming closer... and closer... and closer....
Finally she leaps, her hands gripping warm flesh, her prey beneath her ready and captive...
"Ah, shish will do nishely" she say, "No more having to walk everywhere, I shink I will callsh you Shabashtian"
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