The Big Cat

The big cat It was a brilliant day, summer lasted long in the rustic landscape, I lived, when I saw a cat in the yellowing grass, no it was not an ordinary cat, but a cheetah, it had been running after cars not quite catching any, and now it was tired. The car had no air condition all windows were open the cat vanished from view when there was a commotion in the back, the cheetah had grabbed my old dog and run away, into the bushes. I was consoled by the thought my dog had put up a heroic Fight before the cat ate it. My neighbour gave me whelp this helped me, dazed as I was by my grief.