DTAE for Muddy Farmer! Click anywhere or press any key to switch between the original drawing and my entry. PLEASE READ THE WHOLE BACKSTORY EVEN THOUGH IT"S SUPER LONGGG! Backstory: Give feedback! Is my backstory too long and dramatic? I won’t be offended it you say yes. Here is the backstory: Lyle was a normal house cat once, before the disaster. He would never forget the crackling of the fire as his home burned to the ground. He would never forget the looks of terror on his family’s faces as they checked and double checked to make sure the whole family was safe, and they called the fire department to come extinguish the house. Lyle would never forget his owners, but they forgot him. In all the frenzy and panic, no one asked, “Where is Lyle? Where is our pet?” No, when disaster struck, no one seemed to care about Lyle. No one saw him trapped upstairs in the top floor as the fire devoured the house. No one saw him leap from the window and land on his feet. He was bruised and singed, and he ran away into the woods, blind with panic. He ran until he found a small cave, and slinked into it, cautiously. He was wise to be cautious. Out of the darkness came a yowling bobcat, much bigger than Lyle, who was only a house cat. Lyle ran for his life, but the bobcat was much bigger and faster than him. Just as he thought that the bobcat would catch him and shred him to pieces, a hissing shadow fell out of a tree above him. “Run!” it cried. Lyle hurtled through the darkness, and soon found that the shadow was running by his side. “Follow me.” it gasped. They ran to a den in a clearing in the woods. As moonlight fell on the shadow, Lyle realized that it was another cat. “We’re safe here, back at camp. I clawed at the bobcat’s eye, too.” the cat said. “Th-thanks.” stuttered Lyle. “Who are you anyway?” The cat replied, “I’m Jerry. This is our camp. A few strays live here together. We hunt mice and voles, and live away from humans and those weird clan cats. But lately, that bobcat has been causing all sorts of trouble, and stealing our prey. Thank the Almighty Squirrel I was there to help you! And you are?” “I’m Lyle. I lived with humans, and I thought they loved me, but I guess they didn’t. Our house burned down, and they left me to die.” Jerry looked sympathetic. “I’m sorry. Would you like to live with us? We accept any cat that wants to join our little community.” Lyle nodded. “Thanks. Uh, what’s the Almighty Squirrel?” Jerry ignored him. Lyle lived with them, and he enjoyed his new lifestyle. He hunted and played with the twelve other cats in the settlement. He lazed in the sun and chased rabbits, and he was generally contented. Still, there was something unsettling about the way the cats walked and spoke, but Lyle tried to ignore it and not let it bother him. The cats often used the expression "Almighty Squirrel" but when Lyle asked about it, the averted their eyes and mumbled. Lyle found out soon enough. One day, he was hunting in the woods, and he saw an unusual squirrel. It was staggering across the ground, drooling. "It's rabid! Quick, kill it before the whole forest is infected!" he yelped. He pounced, and quickly dispatched the squirrel. He was not even scratched by the squirrel, so he knew that he could not be infected. However, as he looked up, he saw that he was surrounded by the other cats. "YOU KILLED THE ALMIGHTY SQUIRREL!" yowled Jerry. "What? What! it was rabid! It wasn't almighty, what are you talking about? Are you infected, because you are going crazy!" "Oh, it's not an infection my friend, but an honor. We worship the squirrel, and a few herbs we eat prevent us from dying from rabies. Until now! You've ruined it all! You killed the Almighty Squirrel!" The cat's eyes were wild now, and they all hissed. The looked different in their manic rage. They closed in on Lyle, outnumbering him. He shrank back, whipping his tail in apprehension. "Prepare to die for killing the Almighty One!" Lyle closed his eyes just as something huge crashed through the bushes. The bobcat scattered the deranged cats the Lyle had once called friends, and chased after a few cats. Now only Jerry and Lyle remained, as the other cats ran away. Lyle opened his eyes, surprised to be alive, and in front of him was Jerry. Eyes wild, foam frothing out of his mouth, Jerry struck. Lyle dodged the blow and raked his claws across Jerry's face. The rabid cat ran away, hissing bitterly. Lyle ran in the opposite direction as well, before the bobcat could circle back to attack him. He journeyed across the woods until he found a field with an abandoned farmhouse in it. He explored the farmhouse, and found some gardening tools, a few packets of seeds, and some faded overalls. He tried on the overalls, and he decided that he liked them. He became a farmer in the fields and lived at the abandoned farmhouse for the rest of his life. He was very happy digging in the rich, dark earth and watching his plants grow. #Lyle #Dtae #dtae #art #Art #ART
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