The Tale of the Cat

Once upon a time, there was a cat. This cat was special for it was also hope.

Unfortunately, the cat died. There was an accident or perhaps he died of old age, it doesn't matter. He was dead. He was buried in a wooden box (or perhaps his ashes were put into an urn) and that was that.

Until it was decided that his coffin would be used to hold all the fears of the world. Until this coffin was given to a man and a woman.

Until the cat came back.

It was not a cat any longer. It was not the same hope it had been either. Its death and resurrection changed it. The cat came back and spread its new hope around: a strange sickness that caused people to hope for things they had never wanted before, money and wealth and power. Hope became a plague and the cat was at the center.

One day, the cat realized what it had been doing. It looked back and saw the the pain it had made and knew it was wrong. It was supposed to be dead. It was supposed to be buried.

It tried to die, but it couldn't. Nothing could kill it, not beasts nor bullets. Even the others, the fears that had lived in its coffin, would not kill it. They merely ignored it, for hope had nothing to do with them.

So it went in search of its coffin, its box. It went in search of a place to lie down and die.

Open the box. 

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