I took my knife from
my pocket, held the poor animal by his neck and cut out one of
his eyes.
The next morning, my mind was full of pain and horror
when I woke up. I was deeply sorry. I could not understand how
I could do such an evil thing. But drink soon helped me to
forget.
Slowly the cat got better. Soon he felt no more pain. There
was now only an ugly dry hole where the eye once was. He
began to go round the house as usual again. He never came
near me now, of course, and he ran away when I went too
close.
I knew he didn't love me any more. At first I was sad. Then,
slowly, I started to feel angry, and I did another terrible
thing . . .
I had to do it — I could not stop myself. I did it with a terrible
sadness in my heart — because I knew it was evil. And that was
why I did it — yes! I did it because I knew it was evil. What did I do?
I caught the cat and hung him by his neck from a tree until he
was dead.
That night I woke up suddenly — my bed was on fire. I
heard people outside shouting, 'Fire! Fire!' Our house was
burning! I, my wife and our servant were lucky to escape.
We stood and watched as the house burned down to the
ground.
There was nothing left of the building the next morning.
All the walls fell down during the night, except one — a wall
in the middle of the house. I realized why this wall did not
burn: because there was new plaster on it. The plaster was still
quite wet.
I was surprised to see a crowd of people next to the wall.
They were talking, and seemed to be quite excited. I went
closer and looked over their shoulders. I saw a black shape in