“No!” yelled the farmer “Don’t throw those away! My wife fries them up and we eat them, they’re delicious! They’re called sheep fries!” ...he farm hand saved the parts and took them to the farmer’s wife who cooked them up for supper. This went on for three days ... and each evening they had sheep fries for supper. On the fourth night the farmer came in to the house for supper. He asked his wife where the farm hand was and she replied “It’s the strangest thing! When he came in and asked what was. "Would you see to it that this one finds its way to your sisters jewelrybox?" I handed her the 'Kitten 69' tag. "It is being retired."It was a tradition that I had adopted from the Demonian Kitten Academy, toretire the House Kitten tags that had belonged to an adopted House Kitten ofthe Headmistress or one of the staff. While the other House numbers would berecycled to the next kitten, those would not be used again.I quickly stepped to the opening doors of the shuttle as young kittens. Christian was awake, moving around trying to get comfortable. The blankets had moved now so they no longer covered my naked body, and I realised that was what had initially woken me in the first place. I felt my nipples harden as the night breeze came in through the windows, goosebumps rising on my skin. I felt too sleepy to move, so I tried to ignore the cold and closed my eyes again. I felt Christian stop moving behind me and I heard him sharply breathe in, almost as if he was alert. Confused. Second, I didn’t want to scare you. You were terribly frightened by the bear and by those rats who tried to rape you. Third, you look like you are way out of my class. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. You have a great personality. You’re smart. That is much more than an old hermit like me deserves.’ ‘Gordon, pardon me, but I’ve never heard such a bunch of bullshit in my life. You’re the one who is out of my league. You’re big and strong and gentle. Even if you are a little.