Steel trap caught the crafty paws, mimicking her that caught sweet-hearted mice before, stilled quivering little whiskers and cracked thin spines at necks.

Rusty metal teeth drew and poisoned the blood; it flowed like glacier waters, frigid, frosting blue, down obsidian fur.

She grinned at them with the Cheshire’s citrine gaze.

It grins at her with grey and red-brown jaws.

Oh the irony.