A WHITE CAT HOPS ONTO THE DINNER TABLE

A white cat hops onto the dinner table. The dinner guests watch in astonishment as this tiny thing swallows a whole roast chicken, a plate of a parsnips, a pumpkin pie, a head of lettuce, a bottle of aperol, a bottle of champagne, a bottle of cognac, a pheasant, a tray of pate, a trunk full of jelly, a washing basket of strawberries, a machine machine of lemon zest, a house full of egg white, and steps off the other end of the table with no sense of indigestion. Perhaps science could reveal the secrets of this cat's marvelous digestion, but nobody's cutting into this white cat, not a chance.

FLOWERS FALL FROM THE TREE

Flowers fall from the tree to coat the path in white and pink. The whole city soon is covered in white and pink petals and they are constantly falling. It is a blizzard of soft white and pink petals. One pushes through and occasionally comes upon a shimmering, moving shape in the petal cloud. Another person, or perhaps a cat. Everyone and everything is covered in petals so it is hard to distinguish, but one can still fell the pulse of another living thing close by. It is a muted world, but far more pleasant than the grey alternative of smog and acid rain.