The old hag screamed and screamed—every time for Kitty, but also putting different emphasis on the name, calling one time 'Kiiiiiiiiitty!' and then the next time 'Kittyyyyyyyy!'.
I got more aggressive the clearer I heard her voice, even though she was still far away. That went on until I reached my breaking point.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I yelled, hearing my voice echoing through the forest, peaceful silence following.
Henry on my back flinched before laughing sleepily and dozing off again.
I turned around to the tiger that moved his ears uncomfortably as if telling me I was too loud.
"Why is it me who is too loud? You heard her screeching, didn't you?" I asked the tiger before noticing that I was talking to a fucking tiger.
I looked at the girl, who seemed to be running a fever but still bravely held onto the tiger's fur.
"Sorry for screaming. We will be there soon," I promised her, and she nodded obediently.
