[Writer of The Mark]

Madi

Madi opened his eyes, being bothered by the sun-light which streamed into his room through the curtains and the window. He sprang out of his bed, dressing in a hurry, leaving his night wear on the floor. He slid out through the door and advanced out in the hallway. As soon as he rounded the corner, he made his way to the staircase, where he elegantly and steadily slid down the banisters. Madi made it down to the floor safe and sound. He let out a sigh as he saw someone sitting by the window, where he usually sat. "Favourite seat taken, eh," he muttered, being very disappointed. Madi straightened up as he promised himself to start getting up earlier. He knew at once that this, of course, was a promise he could never hold. The little man sighed, as he watched the man, already sitting there, eating breakfast.

Madi decided to head for the kitchen to get breakfast there instead. He walked with steady steps and found the kitchen in its normal state; tidy; considering this time a day, filled with different smells; which lurked into ones nostrils and ingredients which were scattered all over the benches at the kitchen. He noticed too, a new face; Gerdwyn. Madi approached more carefully now, looking at the woman and the cat, which stood proudly on the kitchen floor. He shuddered. The woman looked questioningly at Madi, who stood still. He excused himself and said he was looking for something to eat. Gerdwyn laughed, but pointed over at one of the untidy benches where a new made bread laid. “It’s a bit burnt, so I can probably not serve it to guests. But if you want it, eat it,” she said smiling. Madi grinned, but bit his lip. The cat sat right by the bench, looking at the bread as well. Either, Madi had to leave the kitchen without the bread, or he would have to defy his worst fear; CATS!

The little man had dropped dead and he remained like this for a while, watching every move the cat did. It was only sitting there though, blinking and licking its’ paws. Gerdwyn, who had for a while ignored Madi turned back to him again, looking suspiciously at him. “What’s wrong?” she asked, being gentle in her voice. Again she turned away from Madi, and started working again.

Madi felt a sudden urge to run away, but answered that nothing was wrong. “Just the cat,” he finished. It was then, he decided to do it. Madi, the little man, made the biggest sprang he had ever done, grabbed the bread, and sprang over to the door, where he had been standing just moments before. Gerdwyn looked oddly at him and was just about to ask him something, but Madi was already out the door, having the cat after him.

Madi ran as fast as he could out of the common room. He continued, feeling the eyes of the cat stalking him. When he made it to the door, he slammed the door shut behind him, the cat being ‘stuck’ inside. Madi giggled. The Man settled outside, leaning his back to a tree trunk, eating breakfast. He chewed eagerly being immensely satisfied by his courage.

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