Consigne de ma prof de spé anglais : écrire le premier chapitre d'une dystopie.
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   I live in a little house, in the periphery of Cambridge. My parents are probably a bourgeois couple. Since now, I had a cool life. I sleep. When I wake up, it's to eat and drink. Then I fall asleep again. Sometimes, I play during fifteen minutes. But it's really tiring to drop the plants. So then I sleep on my mom's knees. Well, my name is Fluffy, I'm a cat.
   Sometimes, mom and dad go in their bedroom and they make a lot of noises, so I meow. Then mom yells "FLUFFY ! STUPID FU*KING CAT LET US HAVING SEX!!!" and I don't understand. It's not to me to let them live, it's their fault if I can't sleep. Then, when they get out of their bedroom, mom takes me to sleep on her knees and dad strokes me. Humans are addicted to me. I like to go out. In the streets around I met a beautiful and sexy girl cat. I named her Tofu because Fluffy and Tofu find their way through. I like to hang out with her. She's sweet, and we like playing together. There's a wood near the house. We can hunt the birds and eat them. There's a lake too. Sometimes, a seagull drops a fish around the lake so we like to eat it. They're like sushis for us, cats. Then, when a mouse is in the house, I take the samurai's pose and I eat it. It's MY kitchen, there is MY food, only my parents are allowed to go in there. If someone else goes there, I eat them. The cat who lived here before me killed himself by eating a toxic plant. He was very pessimistic. I watched a documentary about the leopards. It was funny but there was too much noisiness so I went somewhere else to claw the rug. I like to pee everywhere too. They force me to pee in a litter but I don't like it. Let me live, I'm 7 months now ! I can't tolerate their stupid rules anymore. I have to let them stroke me, if I scratch they hit my paws. When I want to eat, there's no food in my dish, I have to wait for the same eating hours everyday.
   Since two days, I frequently can hear a word I hate : baby. My parents talk about this thing everytime. I don't want a baby in the house. If there's a baby, I won't have all the humans attention anymore. Babies are more powerful than cats. They cry all the time, if they don't cry they sleep, their parents can't sleep a lot. Sometimes, parents give their cat to the SPA because a baby takes too much time. I don't want to go there, I like my parents. I'll do everything I can to make the baby die.