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| Our Story They would all gather in the mornings to discuss important matters of the day such as how to avoid the mouse traps Mrs Harrington places strategically around her garden. Or what time the Smithers’ dog is let out to use the bathroom every day. When the Robinson’s two cats are allowed out. Of course the highest priority schedule which they all must be keenly aware; what time the Maine Coon cat is allowed to come out. His name was Stephen King and he was known to kill anything that moves. When he walked by an aquarium the fish would stop swimming. Sink right to the bottom of the tank rather than let that big mean cat know they were alive in the water. Dogs would cross the street rather than have to pass him on the sidewalk. Legend around the neighborhood claimed that SK once took on an entire pack of country coyotes and killed all but one that he left living so to tell the tale. But he took an eye before letting the last coyote go free. There was even some dangerous gossip going around about SK having connection to mountain lions if he ever needed to get really serious about his work. It was ‘Mr. King’ to his face but behind his back they called him ‘Monster!” There was only one thing SK loved more than killing and that was eating bunnies. Sure he liked his pigeon, chicken, various small bird species, fish and of course rodents but his very, very favorite was bunny. next page |  |