Chapter sixteen

I'm telling you this because; noticing that no one but me is reasonable in this story, I'm sure this is an apology to madness.... and what do we care right?

Yeah, I'd better go to my place and get to narrating:

We cats knew the leaves were there, but we couldn't see them because they were light. Perhaps, if we hadn't known; curiosity for the unknown would have remained as an unripe fruit.

Do you now understand or confirm why, unconsciously, man calls the living being that was betrayed by another living being a cuckold?

The living being that unbalances the existence of another living being that inhabits the same planet, is called cuckold because the first betrayers in history were the unicorns.

Basic animal philosophy:

"horn- horny"

And blaming it on the poor guy from.... José, Manuel?

Who cares?

The point is that the human wasn't the first idiot who thinks he's smart... this isn't filler, but it sounds like it, I'm sorry for the umpteenth time:

Apart from the fact that the trees had on their bark something like little brown hairs, leaves of light that danced freely around them; also instead of branches to hold the leaves, the branches served to keep our paws above the clouds. These were made by us; we only had to compose a song about the lesson nature had given us that day. We would put our lips to the branches and sing until the surrounding cats clapped their hands.

Want to be famous?

No, clapping for the cats meant for each of us to wrap ourselves in the cloud under our paws. We would do somersaults and, as the clouds collided, a litter of new clouds would be born.

It used to be so simple, our profession was joy and fun.

You see... what am I saying, my mistake.

It's just that my soul is very slow and it's getting like an old pussy. I think remembering the happiness hurts me more than the unhappiness of saying goodbye.

JUST FOR THAT

I'M THE PERFECT LUCIFER NARRATOR.

I would rather disappoint you from the start than make you believe that everything is rosy. Cats attack head on, not like unicorns.

The white powder pushed the spy unicorn's power of attraction to the limit. The powder tried to escape, it made a rectangular path through the air, or so the other cats told me.

When the white powder made sudden movements in the air, it generated a strange matter. No one knows for sure the truth; after all, we never knew there was such a tree on our land.

But, back to the spy cat:

He looked all around the unicorn's room, trying to ignore and dodge the white, trembling door. However, he found nothing that could help him return to our beautiful world.

Suddenly, the white door stops vibrating and the cloud that acts as a door is beginning to form a spiral. Someone was about to enter; so the first James Bond in history hid in one of the paintings on the wall: the portrait of a woman with empty eye sockets.

Cats, thanks to the clouds that cover our paws, we can go through all kinds of artistic expression. Dancing and singing allows us to be considered by art.

The black color of the spy cat's fur tinges the clouds and its eyes with the same black.

When the unicorn enters; instead of seeing a cat, he sees a black spot on the empty eye sockets of the woman in the portrait.

"Has the time come so quickly to fly?"

The color black, for unicorns, signifies a primordial change in their atmosphere.

Perhaps they sensed a sweet, catlike vengeance?

You see, for unicorns, the color black is prophetic; so they need to go to heaven to perform a ritual that I don't know and verify if it is "good or bad" what is coming their way.

As soon as they go to fly, the spy cat tries to get out of the empty basin but something catches his attention: the white eye wants to steal his flying cloud.

The spy cat sticks his head in the cloud and, although he feels like he is choking, he does not give up for a second in his goal of holding on to his cloud. Even with the doubt and fear that seized him; for, although he could keep the cloud with him, it would no longer be under his paws but inside himself.

What effect could it have on him?

In the arduous dispute for an instant he almost forgot the reason he was fighting, for a cloud he had no recollection of. After that instant, everything so far has been confusing to him. The facts I am telling you are what we suppose happened. The present reconstruction of the facts is based on what the spy cat stated at the time. But, I think it is all right just the same; I mean, what good is the truth if deception can distract too well too.

In the end the spy cat won the duel and kept his flying cloud inside himself.

Unfortunately, however, his hunch was very true. The cloud inside him made him feel small, when the empty eye expelled him from the picture of the woman's face.

The spy cat falls on the white door, which instantly extends its top in a southerly direction. Then, he enters a state of heaviness that made him close his eyes... the eye of the portrait and the door were intimately related.

The spy cat did not understand it but he had entered a strange dream. It was about the world hidden by the clouds beneath his feet. In reality, only a part of the whole vast world that was hidden from mortal eyes. That's exactly why I can't tell you much about that world, I don't know it as well as I would like to.

If I try to describe it as it has been told to me, I can conclude that it was a place where everything seemed to be made of stars so twinkling that they would blind your eyes.

The spy cat was startled when he realized that his paws were now underground. In that instant he wished that the clouds were once again covering his paws.

He began to run in desperation begging to get his clouds back. He didn't want to know any more, now he hated that curiosity stimulated by the unicorns. However, it was too late to turn back; for the little white powder had been taken prisoner. It could be said that the white powder is like a susceptible adolescent.

While the white dust was carried away, the wind had to do its job and not make concessions to any existing being. The powder reached the horn of the unicorn as a thin white line that would reinforce the horn's power.

Have you ever wondered why it is always said "timeline"?

Before time existed, we beings did not pass away but were rejuvenated in another dimension. Maybe it is still like that but not for everyone, not for most humans. Maybe because they exaggerate in their mistakes but I don't want to get into that matter.

The point is that it is called a line because time comes from the white line of the dust that stole that spy unicorn.

Instead of reinforcing the horn's power, he squeezed the horn giving it that typical helical shape. Before it was just like a triangle and then... not anymore.

The horn supposedly had the power to see the closest thing to light (all of us cats thought it was the real light except the spy cat); but if you squeeze until you almost suffocate that power, the fake becomes even more fake.

The horn now makes you see; instead of the closest thing to light, all the cynicism you can imagine. They know it is a lie but act as if it were true.

If only the unicorns had not continued with this eagerness to satisfy their curiosity; which in reality is nothing more than a lack of security.

Who gave them that insecurity?

We will probably never know, or will we?

Anyway, the fact is that the spy cat was infected by this cynicism.

"Lies have short legs".

From cynicism, time was born and cynicism was born from the curiosity of animals. Cats and unicorns betray ourselves. Perhaps, whoever is watching us from heaven had mercy and made our life not so long.... "short legs."

"Cynicism has short legs."

The wind carried the rest of the white dust to the rest of the world. But, continuing with the thin white line; during the time he was in the wind, trying to escape the pursuit of the horn power, the wind said to him, "I spread enough of you, I have no favorites, I propagate what is just and right. What is left of you, you will have to protect alone. I would advise you that, for me, it is best to hide it within yourself. To use you they will have to decipher you and that will cost them. The unicorns wanted to create the world as they wanted; but when they come to understand you, the world will already be made as it was planned."

In part that design was fulfilled, but no plan is perfect, not if it concerns the earth.