A mouse scuttled along the undergrowth of the forest, its ears listening for danger. It was quite windy, and even the trees couldn't stop it from blowing in the mouse's face. In order to get back to its shelter, the mouse was forced to move against the wind, which slowed it down. And that could very well mean death.

The swaying of bushes caused a lot of noise, distracting noise. The mouse was constantly stopping at every slight crack, feeling for vibrations from potential predators hiding out of sight.

On one such stop, before the mouse could even notice anything was wrong, it suddenly died. A skilled cat had attacked from behind and killed it instantly.