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to dig a grave for Mrs. Pennyweather

because she had passed suddenly a

couple of days ago.

So as Peter dug a whole by the

light of the full moon. It was hard

work, so Peter worked and rested at

times then worked again. It wasn’t

until midnight that he had finished.

Just as he was climbing out of Coming across the graveyard was

the hole he heard a Meow in the the black bishop cat, and

distance. It must be the cats Peter behind him were six more black cats,

thought to himself. He scrunched carrying on their shoulders a small

down in the grave, and then carefully coffin. The box was covered with a

peered over the edge. black velvet pall and sitting on top