Once there was a widow who had big eyes and long dark hair. She had a son and a cat. Her son was a funny boy who had scruffy hair. The cat was a brave tabby who cared and loved for the widow. They lived by the Jungle in a small hut.
One day the widow had to go out. As she walked out she heard the waves crashing like a heard of lions roaring. She went out happy that her son was in the right hands.
But at the hut all was not well. A bat awoke longing to feast on some red blood. The bat saw the widow walk away and swooped down to the hut. The creature glided mischievously over the cats head. It saw the baby and flew down and hovered over the baby who was sleeping in his cradle. The bat baring its long teeth was just about to kill the baby when something POUNCED onto it. The cat!!!
When the widow came home she saw the blood stained body of the cat who met her at the door. Without a thought she grabbed the cat and ran to the sea witch was crashing on the rocks franticly. She closed her eyes very tightly and dropped her brave and heroic cat into the dark and terrible sea.
When the widow was inside her hut she saw a dead bat and found... Her baby! That night she cried like ten dozen rain clouds.