Pine Needles by JD Gillam

Pine NeedlesIt was dark and cold. Lenny had wrapped his dressing gown around him to try and keep warm as he descended the stairs. He was careful where he trod, avoiding the squeaks on the stairs and stepping over the cat that had curled itself into a ball at the bottom. The feline briefly opened one eye and looked at him before sinking its head back under a paw. Pausing to listen for any movement from his parents upstairs, Lenny searched for the bounty that awaited him.

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