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were_lemurLord of the Rings, Denethor, all ages, not mine. Denethor finds his granddaughter, who's found a kitten. Happyverse!
"Look, Grandfather!"
Denethor turned to see Finya holding a tiny, struggling ball of gray-and-white fur. He bent down to her. "What do you have there?"
"I found him in the road, down by the stables, he almost got run over by a cart!"
"That's terrible," he said, as the kitten began flailing in her arms. He held out his hands, to take it before it could scratch her. But she pulled away, holding it tighter. It let out a squeak. "I don't want to take it from you," he said. "Just to show you the proper way to hold it."
"Look, Grandfather!"
Denethor turned to see Finya holding a tiny, struggling ball of gray-and-white fur. He bent down to her. "What do you have there?"
"I found him in the road, down by the stables, he almost got run over by a cart!"
"That's terrible," he said, as the kitten began flailing in her arms. He held out his hands, to take it before it could scratch her. But she pulled away, holding it tighter. It let out a squeak. "I don't want to take it from you," he said. "Just to show you the proper way to hold it."
