Beneath a waxy leaf, a borrower crouched.
She watched the gargantuan tabby carefully, pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail, and plotted.
The plan was to run to the other side of the field and scale the beans’ mailbox, but then this large fellow showed up.
Tossing the acorn from her pack served both to lighten her load, but also to distract the cat.
She had no time to see if it worked, so dashed and flung it as far as her thin arms would allow.
Halfway to the post, she felt a wave of hot breath from behind.