remember how she has forgotten. In Ulthar, before citizens forbidden to kill cats, lived an old farmer and his wife, and enjoyed setting traps and killing the cats of their neighbors. Why they did not know, except there who hates the cats meowing during the night, and ill that prowl about yards and gardens at twilight. But, whatever, the old man and his wife enjoyed catching and killing any cat to move nearer to her shack, and judging by some of the sounds that were heard after nightfall, some people assumed , an average death that the employee should be very peculiar. But people do not discussfied impotent or console could complain thanking lucky that they were not one of his sons lost because people Ulthar was simple and did not know the origin of the cats. One day a caravan of strange wanderers from the South entered the narrow cobbled streets Ulthar. Dark travelers were different from other people wandering through the town passing a few times a year. In the market square read the future in exchange for buying beautiful silver and trinkets to traders. No one would say what was the homeland of those travelers, but say they had seen strange prayers and sides dfunny kitten on the steps of an exotically decorated car.
The third morning of stay of the Globetrotters in Ulthar, Menes could not find her cat, and sobbed alone in the marketplace, some villagers told him about the old man and his wife, as well as sounds that were heard during the night. And when he heard such things, the sob gave way to reflection, and finally to a request. He held out his arms toward the sun and prayed in a language that people could not understand, although they were careful not to understand too, and that his attention was mainly turned to the sky and the strange wayswere taking the clouds. It was very funny because the boy as he completed his request appeared over the heads formed the shadowy, nebulous forms of alien beings, of hybrid creatures crowned with horn-lined drives. Nature is replete in such illusions, ready to impress the imaginative.
That night the wanderers left Ulthar and never seen again. And the locals were disturbed to note that all the people could not find a single cat. The family cat had disappeared from each household cats big and small, black, gray, striped yellow and white. The old Kran & oacutee, n, the burgomaster, swore that the dark people had been in revenge for the killing of Menes' kitten, and cursed both the caravan and the little fellow. But Nith, the lean notary, ventured that the old farmer and his wife were more suspicious, and that his dislike of cats was well known, and each time was more bold. But no one dared to complain to the sinister partner, even when little Atal, the innkeeper's son, swore he had seen the twilight all cats in that damn Ulthar patio under the trees, marching slowly and solemnly in a circle around the hut, in pairs, such as running some unknownutió long time with Nith, the lean notary, and Shang and Thul Kranóny were harassed with questions. Even Atal, the innkeeper's son, was questioned thoroughly and received a treat as a reward. They spoke of the old farmer and his wife, the caravan of dark wanderers, of small Menes and his black kitten, of the prayer of Menes and the sky during that prayer, which made the night cats the departure of the caravan, and what was later found in the cottage under the dark trees in the yard repulsive.
And finally approved that designated the local law is discussed by traders in Hatheg and discussed by travelers in Nir; tonamely that Ulthar nobody can kill a cat.
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