cat followed me down the stairs and nearly made me fall. This
made me so angry, that I took the axe and tried to cut the animal
in two. But as I brought the axe down, my wife stopped my arm
with her hand. This made me even more angry, and I pulled her
hand away from my wrist, lifted the tool again, brought it down
hard and buried it in the top of her head.
I had to hide the body. I knew I could not take it out of
the house. The neighbours noticed everything. I thought of
cutting it into pieces and burning it. I thought of burying it
in the floor of the cellar. I thought of throwing it into the
river at the end of the garden. I thought of putting it into a
wooden box and taking it out of the house that way. In the
end, I decided to hide the body in one of the walls of the
cellar.
It was quite an old building, near the river, so the walls of
the cellar were quite wet and the plaster was soft. There was
new plaster on one of the walls, and I knew that underneath it
the wall was not very strong. I also knew that this wall was very
thick. I could hide the body in the middle of it.
It was not difficult. I took off some plaster, took out a few
stones and made a hole in the earth that filled the middle of the
wall. I put my wife there, put back the stones, made some new
plaster and put it on the wall. Then I cleaned the floor, and
looked carefully round. Everything looked just as it did before.
Nobody would ever know.
Next, I went upstairs to kill the cat. The animal was bringing
me bad luck. I had to kill it. I searched everywhere, but I
could not find him. I was sure it was because of my wife's
murder; he was too clever to come near me now
I waited all evening, but I did not see the evil animal. He did
not come back during the night either. And so, for the first time
in a long time, I slept well. When I woke up the next morning, I
was surprised to see that the cat still was not there. Two, three