Eleanor Black Snatch and Owl Boy

Eleanor scooped up her kitten, in the pumpkin patch. She was happy to do it. His name was Black Snatch. She had snatched him from the beak of Owl Boy long ago. He was mewing in distress, an animal in crazy woe. Owl Boy was angry, so Eleanor threw him some meat. She had already cooked it, but it was something to eat. She traded Black Snatch for beef chunks from gram’s stew. She was a smart witch, she knew what she had to do. Owl Boy sometimes flew along with Eleanor and Snatch. He gave them his lazy eye. Their rivalry they did not patch. But he understood that she would fight him tooth and hide, So he left her cat alone, content to glide along for the ride.