Short. Yeah I know. •<>•<>•<>•<>•<>•<>•<>•<>•<>•<>•<>• "Where's my beer?" Roger roared, glaring accusingly at the other guards as they raced over. "I didn't take it." "Not me." "Never touched it." "I didn't do it!" Roger menacingly stepped forward. "If no one's going to admit to it, I'll have to teach you all a lesson." His foot hit the beer puddle, and skidded around as he tried to find his balance. He crashed into one of the other guards, making him yell out in protest and elbow another guard. That one thrust his fist out and missed, succeeding in punching a different man. Then a fistfight broke out. Amidst the confusion, no one noticed two ocelots slipping out the gates, one carrying a satchel. Now what? Sammi wondered. She gazed out in the distance. The sun was just rising, illuminating the majestic mountains in the distance. That was it! Sammi could recall rumors of a witch that lived in the mountains. If it was true, maybe she could tell her why she changed into and ocelot. As soon as she started walking away from the villa, the danger, she turned back into a human. How strange. Sammi shrugged it off and continued walking. To her fate. To her destiny. •<>•<>•<>•<>•<>•<>•<>•<>•<>•<>•<>•