Following the trail
John backed away, holding his breath, trying not to make a single sound. He looked up and waited, and after a few minutes, his plane seemed to work. The wild cat climbed down with surprising grace, its spotted body gliding from branch to branch. It sniffed the first piece of meat cautiously before devouring it in one bite. Slowly, it followed the trail toward the shed. John stayed out of sight, watching from behind the building
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