after he was born, but no one cared about it anymore. The people here are so tense and restricted, Cedric had thought at the time when he was given another job after he kindly pointed out to a guest at the bar he worked in that his colleague did not think it was pleasant all the time to be groped on the bottom, which led to the fact that the man himselffelt offended in his honor and started a big fight. Only afterwards it was not the regular guest who was thrown out, but the visibly battered Cedric, who limped home with a black eye and aching leg. Was there even a place in this world where Cedric was welcome? Sometimes he wondered that for hours while lying on the sofa scratching Cherry's head. His home seemed like an oasis
to be this society that tried to poke him out all the time.
Outcast by anyone and every time they were accepted, something unexpected happened that turned their fortune into a collapsing skyscraper.
"At least I still have you," Cedric said quietly and crept to Cherry, who was still dozing on the chair. He buried his face in her fur and listened as she began to purr. "I think I'll go to the market tomorrow and buy you an extra large fish," he muttered into the warm fur.
"And then get a new fan.Somewhere in this godforsaken area there must still be a working fan. "Cedric straightened up and went to the swing that he had still left hanging. Very carefully, careful not to destroy the swing, he sat down and let his legs dangle." Funny, I've been living here for 4 years and never once saw this
Swing set. Is that too childish, Cherry? "Slowly Cherry turned her gaze upwards and looked at her master with tilted head, how he began to swing timidly. She let out a low moan and immediately closed her eyes again so as not to be blinded by the low evening sun.
The birds had become quiet and the tree rustled barely noticeably when Cedric, inspired by childlike energy, stretched his feet in the air and dreamily blinked at the sun.