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She reared up on her hind legs and stood face to face with a mackerel.
"No one will notice if I just take one," she thought.
She chose the largest fish in the pile and sat down to eat it, purring
contentedly.
Schwack! A dishtowel struck her back.
"Thieving, good-for-nothing, flea-bitten cat!" snapped the man
in the apron.
"I'll teach you to steal my fish!"
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