When I was seven or eight years old me, my Mom and a few of her girlfriends when to the forest outside of our city.
The weather was nice, we picked a lot of mushrooms and berries, were walking deeper in the forest, looking at the tall trees.
One of the women said: "Look a cat!". And she pointed at the near by tree. We all looked for a minute.
Then my Mom screamed:" Its not a cat!"
She dropped all her baskets with the mushroom and berries, grabbed my hand and we started to run out of the forest. All her girlfriends dropped everything too and followed us. My Mom said it was a wild caracal.
It took us about an hour to go where we were and about ten minutes to get out!
Poems,stories and pictures by Irina Mouravleva.
