Ambryan arrived at his penthouse building.
He parked his convertible at the designated spot. His index finger pushed a button on the dashboard, prompting the roof to roll back up. He checked the progress through the rearview mirror. Something on the backseat caught his attention.
A straw hat laid upside down, tilting to one side. It had been blown by the wind during the drives. How it survived through it all, he didn't know.They had left it when they entered the mall. It was unnecessary indoors so it stayed there.
The corner of his lip frowned as he picked it up.
Ambryan carried it at his side and headed for the elevator.
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At the top floor, an albino Siberian cat lounged at a leather couch. Her bushy tail brushed over the edge. She snored lightly and enjoyed her 15-hour cat nap. Her belly had been filled before she closed her eyes. It left her satisfied.
She dreamed of a world free from all frogs.
She considered it to be a good day.
