The Butchers Wrath

As I left the tavern, I remember there was a well in the center of town. I should fill up my pouch; who knows when I will find some drinkable water next time. As I got closer to the well, I could see people looking out their windows. The bartender was right, everyone here was out to get each other. All the more reason to leave this place.

As I got closer to the well, I noticed that more and more people were coming out of their homes to watch. Some were standing in their windows, others were standing in the door frame of their front door. I started to feel a little on edge with so many eyes on me, but I kept going forward.

Finally making it to the well, I removed the ladle inside the bucket. Then lowered the bucket, filling it with the liquid below and then bringing it back up. I took the ladle and filled my pouch first, then drank from the remaining water in the bucket. That's when I heard voices behind me. Turning around, I saw an angry Reginald marching in my direction with a butcher's knife and with a furious Daisy close behind.

"I can't believe that filthy hermit kissed my hand," she said with a disgusted scowl on her face.

"I can't believe that bastard dared to ask me for food after he disrespected my wife when I get my hands on that bastard," then he locked eyes with me, a bucket to my face. "There you are, bastard!" he said, running towards me.

You could say in this position, I was utterly fucked. I started to scramble to put the ladle back into the bucket, threw the pouch in my bag, and then started running. Surprisingly with Reginald was quick for his big stature. I couldn't get far enough before he grabbed me by the collar and held me in the air. Suddenly I could feel something strange rumbling in my stomach. Great, not only was I going to get chopped into pieces, But I couldn't fight back because I might have been poisoned by the water.

"I'm going to skin you alive for disrespecting my wife and bringing dishonor upon our household." The butcher said, now holding the blade to my neck.

I wanted to tell him to have mercy, and I would leave town as soon as possible, but all that came out were a few quick meows and a long yowling noise similar to what a cat would make.

"Don't think you can get off easy by pretending to be a cat…wait, what's happening to you." there was a trace of fear in his voice as he dropped me. Had my meowing scared him that bad?

Suddenly Daisy shrieked. When I looked in her direction, she was standing in front of a shop. When I looked in the mirror of the shop, I was mortified.