The Shyamalan prompt .

The tiny mouse ran as fast as it's paws can take him, until he reached the dead end of the dark ally. Near the entrance, the cat slowed down it's chase, knowing it's prey is cornered with nowhere to run. The mouse scrambled to look for any opening in the walls for escape. He saw a back end door of a restaurant, it was closed. There are nowhere to run. Black bags of trash lay next to a garbage bin. Scraps of what seemed like cheese lay neatly stacked next to the garbage bin. The mouse is in eye sight of the cat now. Slowly advancing forward. The cat's mouth curled in delight, savouring the moment. *It will be slow, and I shall enjoy this*, thought the cat. The mouse had moved next to the trash. *Enjoy the meal mouse, it will be your last*, thought the cat. In a split second, the predator swallowed the mouse whole. Filled with delight, the walked out of the ally in search of it's next prey, overlooking the words on the ground next to the scraps of cheese. *Enjoy the meal cat, it will be your last*.
