The bandit crouched along the desert road and waited, his cat by his side.
“The key to this gig is patience,” he told the beast. “When travelers come by, we’ll relieve them of their valuables. Honestly, we’re doing them a favor. All that gold will only slow down their crossing.” The cat just stared at him.
The sun climbed slowly into the sky, and no travelers came. The bandit balanced a dagger on the tip of his finger, bored and thirsty. The cat hopped up onto his back.
“Maybe you should try someplace a bit more populated,” it suggested.

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