"Please, angel! My Mittens is stuck!"
Grace stared up at the roof where a fat orange cat sat, completely unbothered by the rain hammering down on it. The old woman beside her wrung her hands.
"He's been up there since yesterday," the woman said. "I'm so worried!"
Grace looked up again, squinting at the cat.
[That cat looks about as worried as a rock.]
But Grace had a quest to complete. Twenty villagers to help. And if that meant climbing a rain-slicked roof in gale-force winds to rescue a cat that probably didn't want rescuing, then so be it.
"I'll get him down," Grace said with the kind of finality that felt out of place given the situation.
The old woman's face lit up.
"Oh, bless you!"
Grace approached the building.
In normal weather, she'd just fly up, grab the cat, fly down. Easy. But with the wind trying to rip everything apart? She figured that her wings would turn into sails and she'd end up three villages over. So, no, that wasn't an option.
