It was a very windy day in Swynlake and of course, Minnie was outside in the park with Figaro. She was seated on the grass watching her cat run around freely with a ball of yarn.
Figaro was truly having the time of his life.
Simply watching him run and roll around lit Minnie’s features up in a bright smile. She loved when Figaro was at his happiest, it made her forget all about the wind that was picking up.
The yarn was rolling away and there went Figaro right after it. The only problem was that as he was running, he was heading near a tree. As the wind picked up some of the thick branches attached to the tree fell and before Minnie could even think about doing anything, Figaro was trapped under a lacework of branches.
Immediately, Minnie’s heart froze in terror. She ran as quickly as she possibly could reaching the branches with tears already in her eyes. She could hear Figaro meowing which filled her insides with relief. He was alive—good this was good.
The brunette instantly started to try and move the branches away calling out for Figaro who was unfortunately too stuck under it all to move. The branches, however, were far too thick and heavy for Minnie to even maneuver and now she could feel herself beginning to panic. If Figaro was severely injured and she couldn’t get him out in time— she didn’t even want to think about what could happen!
With shaky hands, Minnie was getting ready to pull out her cell phone when the shadow of a figure caught her eyes. They were far too blurry from her tears to see who it was, but if it was anyone who could help she didn’t care who it was.
“He-he’s stuck. My-my cat—Figaro he’s stuck and-and I can’t move the branches!”
