When the swollen clouds finally spilled over, the first drop of water broke the surface of the pond, startling the young frog who leapt straight into the jaws of the waiting cat.
The cat ran home with triumph between its teeth, bursting through the cat flap and unleashing its still hopping prize onto the floor, tail held high with pride.
The woman screamed at the chaos in her kitchen, dropping her glass of water. She picked up a shattered shard which pierced her skin, the first drop of blood turning the puddle beneath her feet the slightest shade of pink.
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