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  • I was eleven and visiting my friend. There was a bee walking on a window. He caught a bee inside a tumbler and manage to upset it on frying pan. Quickly he put a lid over the pan and turned the heat on. We watched as the bee sizzled. It didn’t melt to golden liquid and honey as we anticipated, it just wriggled and turned black. My friend’s mother came home. He asked what were we doing. My friend said: "We are just playing."

    This summer I watched a black cat playing, she was jumping around by herself and looking very funny. When I got a little closer I saw that she had caught a butterfly. She ripped its wings away and let the butterfly wriggle on the ground, wingless. She decided not to eat the butterfly and left it there, wriggling and trying to get up in the air.

    When I told what had happened to cat’s owner she said that cats just act like that because it’s in their nature.

    So had also said my friend’s mother to us: “It’s in your nature.”

    Mother had also called us fucking monsters. Cat’s owner called her cat cutiest furball ever.
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