The neighbors’ elderly orange cat strolls slowly down the Faerie hill to the liquid sunlight-filled stream below. The cat pauses a moment on the stream’s green, grassy bank. Then, with a graceful leap, he sails over the glistening waters of the narrow stream, landing neatly on the grassy edge of the other side.
The Faerie Folk, impressed with the ancient cat’s youthful agility, break out into wild applause. The old cat barely registers the racket of their appreciative clapping. Gifting the Faeries with a look of kitty disdain, the old fellow continues on his way home.