The Fake Heiress and Her Purrfect Partner novel Chapter 93

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**TITLE: Dreams Rise Again by Braxton**

**Chapter 93**

The scene was chaotic as officers struggled to apprehend Thomas, ensnared in a whirlwind of limbs and desperate cries. The two elderly men had latched onto them like barnacles, their frail bodies clinging to the officers’ legs and waists, their voices rising in a cacophony of distress. “They’re beating us! They’re bullying old folks!” they wailed, their fear palpable.

Just when the situation seemed to reach a standstill, a voice crackled through the officers’ walkie-talkies, sharp and clear. “Team Two, backup’s here! Once you’ve shaken them off, a little sparrow will show you the way and help you nab Thomas.” It was Nina, her tone laced with urgency and confidence.

Instantly, the officers’ eyes darted around, scanning the vicinity for any sign of their promised savior. Then, like a scene from an action movie, Tabby Cat strutted in, his swagger unmistakable, flanked by two fierce-looking stray cats. Each of these feline warriors had a plump, trembling field mouse firmly clamped in their jaws, the mice squeaking in terror.

“Please, Tabby King,” one of the mice squeaked, its tiny body quaking. “You promised if we helped, you’d spare us. Is your promise still good?”

With a flick of his tail, Tabby Cat exuded an air of regal nonchalance. “Relax, my little friends. I am a king of my word. For the next three days, not a single cat in the village will lay a paw on you.”

Relief washed over the mice as they clasped their tiny paws together in gratitude. “It’s a deal. Thank you!” they chimed in unison.

In perfect synchrony, the two strays released the mice, who hit the ground and took off like lightning, darting straight for the two old men, who were still theatrically clinging to the officers. The heat of the day had them dressed in loose, airy garments, perfect for the impending chaos.

The mice wriggled up their pant legs, igniting a wild and chaotic adventure. “Whoa! What the heck is that? It’s freezing! And slippery!” one old man yelped, his voice tinged with shock.

“Holy crap! It’s in my pants! It’s going absolutely nuts down there!” the other cried out, his voice cracking in sheer panic.

Just moments before, these two men had been clinging on for dear life, acting as if every bone in their bodies ached. Now, they were jumping and flailing like marionettes with cut strings, their earlier composure shattered. They abandoned the officers completely, hands flying everywhere as they slapped at their own legs, desperately trying to catch the unseen invader wreaking havoc inside their clothes. Their faces contorted in a mix of agony and bewilderment, they became a spectacle for anyone nearby.

The officers felt the grip of the old men vanish, their expressions morphing from confusion to amusement as they witnessed the unfolding circus. They shared a glance, and laughter erupted from both of them, barely able to contain themselves. Acting in perfect harmony, they stepped back two paces and slipped free at last.

At that moment, a little sparrow swooped in from the distance, chirping merrily as it flitted ahead, leading the officers onward. Instantly, they understood the cue and sprinted after the sparrow. One officer chuckled to the other, “Damn, Ms. Summer’s got us on easy mode today!”

Meanwhile, across the eastern side of the village, Red Dot, the notorious tomb raider, was sprinting for his life, his heart racing as the police pursued him relentlessly.

He was intimately familiar with every nook and cranny of the village, and with a slick maneuver, he scampered up a wall, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. ‘Ha! Catch me? Not a chance!’ he thought, feeling invincible.

But then, a cold shiver of dread coursed through him. “Oh shit!” Red Dot exclaimed. He had barely landed in the third yard when an unsettling feeling pricked at his nerves. As he glanced up, his heart nearly leapt out of his chest.

There they were—hens, and not just a few, but a veritable army of them. They stood guard atop the walls, perched on the chicken coop roof, lying in wait atop the firewood stack. Each hen’s gaze was fierce, brimming with vengeance. They stood tall and rigid, like an army of Avengers finally ready to exact their revenge.

Red Dot, a habitual troublemaker in the village, had long been known for sneaking off with eggs or making off with a plump hen whenever he thought no one was watching. But now, as he gulped and felt cold sweat trickle down his back, he realized he had underestimated the consequences of his actions.

The lead hen, a hefty creature with her chest puffed out, took a deep breath, summoning all her might, and unleashed a cry so loud it rattled the very air around them. This was no ordinary clucking; it was the secret war horn of the chickens, a sound that sent a shiver down Red Dot’s spine.

In the blink of an eye, over a hundred hens charged at him in formation, wings flapping furiously, like a fleet of bombers intent on bringing him down.

“Oh my god!” Red Dot howled, panic flooding his veins. In an instant, he was engulfed by a swirling storm of feathers. It was as if a snowstorm had erupted around him, and amidst the chaos, he felt hens leaping up, pecking at his rear end.