Well really, in the cold days of winter I had been making nests in my cage that had kept me warm. But then, I thought to myself, if I had looked cold and sad my slaves would feel sorry for myself and give me something. So that is what I had done in my deceitfulness. And then I was given a black mitten which had been mine. I had kept the mitten in the corner of my cage, but had taken it inside my house when the nights had been cold in the closet. I had sat on it, and extended my snow-white paws on it, so that they had had something soft to rest on. My possession of this mitten had been of my importance.
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