For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on this photo by Timothy Meinberg via Unsplash.

He showed up at their front door one stormy night, flea-ridden, battle-worn, sopping wet and one who had likely used up at least eight of his nine lives.

They called him Scamp, took him in as one of their own, gave him the finest food and a plush pillow to sleep on.

But the old Tom could not be domesticated, escaping often the comfort and safety of home to roam the docks where he had his fill of fish guts and the salty taste of freedom.


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