"Once upon a time, when I was still a young little girl, my parents had invited the reverend of our village's church to enjoy some afternoon tea. I was playing in the garden with my lovely kitten, Chewie, when the reverend came to say hello. My parents had told me that he was a good man so I replied warmly. But as soon as I did, the reverend's look on his face turned darker and darker. He was staring at Chewie, and he soon became mad and yelled : "This creature conceals the Devil's soul!"
I began crying and my parents immediately came out of the veranda. I rushed into my mother's arms, seeking protection while my father confronted the reverend. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but once they were done, my parents took me inside the house, leaving my kitten, tied to a tree, alone with the mad man.
I can now say that the last time I saw Chewie, he was shaking as a crazy reverend was delivering a mystical speech, armed with a hammer and some nails..."
