THE FERALS
By Tessa Harvey
CHAPTER FIVE
The senior science teacher, John Ransome, suddenly strode into the almost empty science room. "The ferals are rising," he stated abruptly and paused near a window.
He leaned on the sill, staring at the snow whirling from the grey sky. It had been unseasonably cold. Jake looked up, startled. He had been immersed in a computer science program, preparing for his classes. For a moment he thought the older man was referring to Brodie's recent experience.
His son had soon recovered after sleeping long and late and the next day had pleaded with his dad to find "Shadow."
It appeared "Shadow" had saved him from two feral cats fighting over Brodie's crackers. One of them had slashed the little boy's hand in the skirmish.
They had found Shadow not far away from the small clearing. It was obvious he had been in considerable discomfort for a while with the collar biting into his skin. The cat had allowed them near, which Jake had not expected, and Brodie had suddenly run past his dad and picked the animal up with both arms.

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