Children are our hope for the future.” THERE IS NO HOPE FOR THE FUTURE, said Death. “What does it contain, then?” ME. “Besides you, I mean!” Death gave him a puzzled look. I’M SORRY? The storm reached its howling peak overhead. A seagull went past backwards. “I meant,” said Ipslore, bitterly, “what is there in this world that makes living worthwhile?” Death thought about it. CATS, he said eventually, CATS ARE NICE.
