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           Heopenedtheclosetdoor,thinking

           (Zeldait’sZeldaintheclosetherblacktonguepuffingoutbetweenherlips)

           hewasn’tsurewhat,butofcourseitwasonlyChurch,thecatwasinthecloset,andwhenitsawLouisitarcheditsbacklikeacatonaHalloweencard.Ithissedathim,itsmouthpartlyopen,revealingitsneedle-sharpteeth.

           "Getoutofthere,"Louiswhispered.

           Churchhissedagain.Itdidnotmove.

           "Getout,"Isaid.HepickedupthefirstthingthatcametohandinthelitterofGage’stoys,abrightplasticChuggy-Chuggy-Choo-Choowhichinthisdimlightwasthemarooncolorofdriedblood.HebrandisheditatChurch;thecatnotonlystooditsgroundbuthissedagain.

           Andsuddenly,withouteventhinking,Louisthrewthetoyatthecat,notplaying,notgoofingaround;hepeggedthetoyatthecatashardashecould,furiousatit,andscaredofittoo,thatitshouldhidehereinthedarkenedclosetofhisson’sroomandrefusetoleave,asifithadarighttobethere.

           Thetoylocomotivestruckthecatdeadcenter.Churchutteredasquawkandfled,displayingitsusualgracebyslammingintothedoorandalmostfallingoveronitswayout.

           Gagestirred,mutteredsomething,shiftedposition,andwasstillagain.Louisfeltalittlesick.Therewassweatstandingoutinbeadsonhisforehead.

           "Louis?"Rachel,fromdownstairs,soundingalarmed

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