To go from flat to flat,

There was a song she faintly remembered- but Sybil never knew it's origins. Her adoptive mother never could explain, and her siblings knew nothing of it. She didn't remember her life before the order, and wondered if it was but a distance memory locked away.. Yet every once in a while would the woman find herself singing it, a gentle hum as she walked through the woods.

"Meow, meow, meow
Meow, meow, meow

I am just a kitten,
Hardly fit my mittens
Much too small, I figure
One day I'll be bigger

One day
I'll be
A great big kitty cat
Yes,
Open
Windows
To go from flat to flat

Meow, meow, meow."

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