Levin vaulted over the fence, crouched down, and tiptoed along the muddy path of the farm. Unlike the city, there were no decent roads here, just a mix of mud and melted snow that felt soft, wet, and slippery underfoot—like stepping in a heap of dung, making it hard to tell the two apart.
Fat Orange led the way, smartly sticking to the weeds and using their roots for footing, unafraid of being discovered by its owner.
After all, it was just a cat. What would happen if it were found out?
This time, the one responsible for infiltration was Levin, with Fat Orange assisting. But the cat never imagined that its first task would be to teach dogs a lesson.
