"When I was young boy, my pet cat was one of the most important things in my life," Nikk spoke confidently. "She was amazing. She was the only thing that never changed. When she died, my heart was shattered into a million pieces. I didn't know how I'd go on."
The crowd sighed in sympathy. Nikk nodded, and continued. "But speaking has provided me with newfound confidence. It's what makes me feel like I can go on. It makes me the happiest man alive." He grinned widely as the crowd applauded.
Out of the blue, a rotted, undead cat came toppling down on Nikk. It mewed lovingly, then grinned a toothless smile. Nikk gaped at the cat, and heartbroken, the cat sunk it's mouth into his arm. It burned like fire.
Nikk tossed the cat into the crowd and people scattered like shards of glass. The cat disinegrated into the concrete, leaving the speaker panting and baffled. To this day, Nikk despises cats, and refuses to speak at any animal shelter with cats.
Kittens are alright through.
Go on with bravery and love.
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