I froze - the evil thing sniffed but smelled like waste. One wrong move would surely seal my fate. It licked its lips as if my fear it could ....., My mind whirled, I was in such a .....

Row right? Row left? Could you pick one?

Come Along, I used to say to my childhood, little, multiple-colored cat, Like I'd -ever- She'd glare back, so tough, but of course, I soon her footsteps in tow, Come On! What kind of kitty-cat did I have?

I’m that scary sound in the night. I might make your heart pump. Maybe shout and jump. It’s probably nothing. Don’t be a chump.

I’m a tumble with purpose, a circle you make, one moment upright, the next head over heels for fun’s sake.