Write me a drama about a common activity, but don't explicitly state the activity until the end. Give it a different perspective than normal, and make it tense and suspenseful, with a surprise twist at the end. Give it a title, and use under 400 words. 
system
Write me a drama about a common activity, but don't explicitly state the activity until the end. Give it a different perspective than normal, and make it tense and suspenseful, with a surprise twist at the end. Give it a title, and use under 400 words. 
user
**The Red Intruder**

It’s back! That elusive scarlet will-o'-wisp dances, just on the edge of your sight. You carefully hide, positioning yourself to grab the bouncing circle of light. You’ve never caught one before, but it surely will be worth the wait. You intimately know your house and surrounding grounds, and this flitting, ruby-red fairy does not belong. This is your domain, and the intruder will pay…once you catch it. 

Your body tenses, coiled, ready to spring in ambush. The bright red light bounces nearer, and then you leap to it. In a quick flurry of movement, you grab at it. You have it! It’s there, trapped! It’s escaped, though, and now it has landed, lightly moving up your leg! Suddenly there’s a clicking noise, like a button being pressed, or a black garden beetle closing its wings. The invader has vanished! 

Confused, you look around. Where could it have gone? You hear the clicking sound again, and movement catches your eye. The blinking will-o'-wisp is now ten feet ahead of you, disappearing around the corner. You sprint to catch it before it escapes, but there’s another click. It vanishes from sight without a trace. 

This little glowing fairy is the most exasperating thing you’ve ever encountered. Every time you’re certain you have it, it slips away. You decide to be more subtle in your approach. You wait for the telltale click. The frustrating firefly is just one foot in front of you, coming closer. 
You feign indifference. Can you trick it into your grasp? It comes closer, and you look away, pretending to not notice it. 

There’s another click, and it’s gone again. “Guess she got tired of the laser,” your human says. “Lazy cat.” Lazy? You’ve spent the day protecting them from intruding fairies! Perhaps you can show them your industry by helping with the knitting. They love you prepping the yarn for them.

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<|user|>
Write me a drama about a common activity, but don't explicitly state the activity until the end. Give it a different perspective than normal, and make it tense and suspenseful, with a surprise twist at the end. Give it a title, and use under 400 words. </s>
<|assistant|>
**The Red Intruder**

It’s back! That elusive scarlet will-o'-wisp dances, just on the edge of your sight. You carefully hide, positioning yourself to grab the bouncing circle of light. You’ve never caught one before, but it surely will be worth the wait. You intimately know your house and surrounding grounds, and this flitting, ruby-red fairy does not belong. This is your domain, and the intruder will pay…once you catch it. 

Your body tenses, coiled, ready to spring in ambush. The bright red light bounces nearer, and then you leap to it. In a quick flurry of movement, you grab at it. You have it! It’s there, trapped! It’s escaped, though, and now it has landed, lightly moving up your leg! Suddenly there’s a clicking noise, like a button being pressed, or a black garden beetle closing its wings. The invader has vanished! 

Confused, you look around. Where could it have gone? You hear the clicking sound again, and movement catches your eye. The blinking will-o'-wisp is now ten feet ahead of you, disappearing around the corner. You sprint to catch it before it escapes, but there’s another click. It vanishes from sight without a trace. 

This little glowing fairy is the most exasperating thing you’ve ever encountered. Every time you’re certain you have it, it slips away. You decide to be more subtle in your approach. You wait for the telltale click. The frustrating firefly is just one foot in front of you, coming closer. 
You feign indifference. Can you trick it into your grasp? It comes closer, and you look away, pretending to not notice it. 

There’s another click, and it’s gone again. “Guess she got tired of the laser,” your human says. “Lazy cat.” Lazy? You’ve spent the day protecting them from intruding fairies! Perhaps you can show them your industry by helping with the knitting. They love you prepping the yarn for them.
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