With a slash of his tail, and a flick of each ear, Melvin the cat, showed no fear.
He leapt from the tool shed, onto the ground, he sneakily snuck, not making a sound.
He peered through windows, he sniffed under doors, he scratched at the board, that made up the floors.
When he was sure it was safe, and no one was around, he leapt through the cat flap, to see what could be found.
With a purposeful step, he made his way in, shooting though the hallway, and hiding behind a bin.
Suddenly there was a rush, a storming of feet, the family were racing, it was too late to retreat.
But as the minutes passed, and the commotion calmed down, Melvin the cat, courage he had found.
Proudly he pounced, with one aim in hand, to get to his prize, to take that leg of ham.
He jumped on the counter, and grabbed it with glee, but Mum gripped him tightly, for the whole family to see.
He yowled and he hissed, he spat and he clawed, but Mum held him firmly, and thrust him out the door.
All fours did he land, with a thunderous thump, he scampered away, and leapt to the fence with a jump.
He spied through the window, and made a new plan,
for this night was not over,
and
there
was
still
ham.
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