The black cat
The black cat
by:Edgar Allan Poe
H
e was my favourite master and I was his favourite animal. But he change his personality and he started to be a evil man. All this was one night when he came alcoholic. I was so frightened so I run away but he caught me and I bit his hand so he grabbed a penknife and with that he got my eye. I notice that then he felt ashamed of what he done. And in that moment he transformed to a madman. The next day he hung up with a rope in a tree. Little by little I was seeing less and in a moment my eyes closed and back then I die.
He was my favourite master and I was his favourite animal. But he change his personality and he started to be a evil man. All this was one night when he came alcoholic. I was so frightened so I run away but he caught me and I bit his hand so he grabbed a penknife and with that he got my eye. I notice that then he felt ashamed of what he done. And in that moment he transformed to a madman. The next day he hung up with a rope in a tree. Little by little I was seeing less and in a moment my eyes closed and back then I die.
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