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It was getting closer to midday, and it was getting

hotter by the second.

Mac wished he didn't have a fur coat.

There were lots of trees to lie under, but the

ground was all prickly and Mac didn't like it.

He looked at the stairs, he wanted to go up and lie

under the table on the cool balcony floor,

but they were terrifying.

They were so big and steep,

he didn't know how he would come down.

Maybe he would get stuck up there,

and if no one found him he might miss his dinner.

Or maybe his legs would fall through the gaps

and he would be trapped,

Then the Cat would taunt and tease him until

someone came to the rescue.