In the bushes on the crown of the hill, that’s where her grandmother told her the family treasure was. She went alone, barely tall enough to see through the grasses. Towards the top a wet wind came up; the blue sun did not warm her.
She crawled beneath a tangle of thorny weeds. A low hiss sounded, and a branch caught her hair. A movement. The thicket held her in place, and suddenly there before her was a bobcat. She trembled, for her grandmother had not warned her.
“Please don’t come.” The bobcat approached her with its slant eyes unblinking.
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