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After yesterday’s rain with a thunderstorm, the morning was incredibly beautiful and sunny. Marquis De Richelieu opened his right eye and looked up. Then he slightly lifted himself on one paw and opened his second eye, after which he turned his head around in different directions. He still lay under a huge oak tree, and only now, in the morning sunlight, was able to appreciate its centennial grandeur and beauty. He slowly made a little stretch, pressing against the tree trunk with his hind paws and, pushed away from it and immediately jumped up. Having felt the hot rays of the sun, De Richelieu arched his back, closed his eyes for a moment and shook his back several times. He straightened up and immediately drew attention to a long, sloping hill, overgrown with thick tall grass. It was covered with morning dew, and he immediately felt a strong desire to ride down from it. Having run a few meters forward, Marquis jumped up, and right in the air turned over on his back and rolled down the hill at great speed. Thanks to the dew he felt how easily his body glided along the soft grass.

“Uhhhhhh,” De Richelieu cried out loudly, and at that very moment he felt with horror that his body ceased to sense the earth and hung in the air for a second. At that very moment he flew down like a stone. And already falling, he managed to see a man beneath him, who patted a horse slightly with a whip, so that she would carry a cart on which he rode faster. Also a green slide flashed before the eyes of Marquis and with a rumble he landed in a heap of odorous hay, and slightly bumped into some kind of wooden board.

“My sweet mother Marquise!” the cat shouted loudly in surprise. “This is not what I wanted!”

“What on earth is going on here?” De-Richelieu heard the man’s voice, “I don’t understand!”

The man jumped off from the cart and immediately ran to him.

“How did you get here, cat?” he asked with surprise in his voice and looked up. There was not a single tree above them, but only high hills with woodland along their edges.

“I… I…,” Marquis wanted to say at least something, but everything went floating before his eyes and it seemed to him that there were several identical twin men leaning over him at once. But they all had one and the same question in their eyes: where could this cat possibly fall down on us from?

“No need to feel sorry for me…,” Marquis wanted to say arrogantly, but all of a sudden he felt that he was losing both his gift of speech and his consciousness.