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‘And when you reach the scene of crime - Macavity’s not there!’
Tantomile stared at the junk pile in front of her, a frightened expression on her face, before turning around and stepping lightly towards the other side of the clearing, her hips swinging and her tail lashing in a near-perfect imitation of Demeter. A soft smile creeping past her lips, she whirled around, letting her body move of its own accord as she took a deep breath, ready to start singing the chorus.
‘Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like -’
Eyes widening in horror, she broke off, her fur beginning to prick up along her spine as she sensed evil intent lurking nearby, then noticed the malevolent-looking pair of eyes watching her from the side of the clearing.
‘…Macavity?’