Penelope Kitten is practicing some boxing moves in Marcy’s sunspot.

penelope kitten:  i’m gonna get ’em. oh yeah. gonna get ’em gonna get ’em gonna get ’em.

Marcy:  Get who?

penelope kitten:  those big mean birds outside.

Marcy (bored): What did they say now?

penelope kitten:  they called me a fraidy cat. said i had a little brain.

Marcy:  So?

penelope kitten:  they should be nice. i’m practicing my moves. gonna teach ’em a lesson. pow pow pow

Marcy:  Those big mean birds are crows. They want to lure you out of the house so they can eat you.

penelope kitten:  can’t eat me.

Marcy:  Oh yeah? Why do you think they’re called a murder instead of a flock?

penelope kitten:  not worried. i’m tuff.

Penelope Kitten practices her right hook.

penelope kitten:  pow pow pow

Just then a murder of big mean crows swoop across the window, momentarily blocking out the sunlight.

Penelope Kitten panics and rushes to hide under the bed. Marcy luxuriously stretches out in the sunspot.

Marcy:  Well, there they are over on that tree, Penelope. They said they’re waiting for you. Aren’t you going to beat them up?

penelope kitten (from under the bed):  maybe tomorrow.

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