500 Word Short Story
It was a hot Summer day. Leo and Gunther were lounging on Rita's back patio.
“Want to go catch a mouse?” asked Gunther.
“No. I like it right here. I'm not moving anything more than my tail.”
“Suit yourself,” replied Gunther as he stood and stretched. “I'm hungry for some raw food. The lady who lives with me only feeds me this crappy tasting dry stuff. It's like chewing on sawdust. I've done everything I can think of to get her to change it, but she doesn't understand me. I need to eat a mouse...or something.”
Gunther wandered off to the field next to Rita's house. He found a likely spot in the tall grass and settled in. As he sat quietly he heard a rustling in the grass not too far from him. Gunther perked up his ears and quickly sniffed the air. It sounded much bigger than a mouse. It smelled like a cat, but not one he knew. This was a stranger.
Gunther didn't move, but the stranger was slowly moving closer. They spotted each other at about the same time. It was a skinny brown and white feral cat. It's fur was matted and he looked old, but threatening. They both held their ground, not twitching a whisker. The stranger started to whine loudly, it was a threat.
“Who are you and what are you doing in my hunting area? You better take off now or I'm gonna' beat you like a drum.”
Gunther didn't move. Leo and Brutus both heard the commotion and came running from opposite directions. Leo didn't want to see his friend get into a fight. Brutus on the other hand was looking forward to seeing a good tangle.
As soon as Gunther realized Leo had his back, he replied. “Don't think you want to try that. I have friends here.”
Brutus chimed in. “Come on you two. Let's see some action here. A guy can only clean himself for so long. I'm bored.”
Once the stranger knew Brutus wasn't going to get involved, he attacked Gunther. The fur began to fly. The stranger put up one heck of a fight. Things didn't look so good for Gunther.
“Little help here guys!” Pleaded Gunther.
Immediately, Leo and Brutus both jumped on the stranger with everything they had. The stranger quickly backed off.
He was bleeding from a nose bite Brutus had given him. “Hey, I thought you said you weren't going to get involved.”
“No,” replied Brutus. “I said I wanted to see a good tangle. Can't help it if I decided to be part of it. Why don't you just mosey on down the road and don't come back.”
The stranger walked away, limping.
“Well that was fun,” commented Brutus.
“Thanks for your help,” replied Gunther and Leo.
“Don't get used to it. I have a reputation to uphold,” he replied as he headed back to his house.
He needed to clean himself off.
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