In the sequel to 'The Wildings', the army of cats are back looking for a safe haven, but running into adventures
The egret dipped her wings and sheered away from the red roofs. She flew over the village every evening on her way back to the paddy fields, soaring over the tiny bakery, the football fields, the peaceful houses. The rain fell steadily, in heavy silver sheets, but the egret was used to it.
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