A young man, twodays lost in woods. A path, clearing, cottage. Smoke trailing.

A knock. Young lady answers, ravishing red hair, cat's green eyes, purple dress, voluptuous, sweet, full of concern. Soup served, she leans over him, an indistinct pendant between beautiful breasts.

"Are you a good man?" she asks as he eats.

He nods, too busy perving her magnificence to speak, knowing he's far from good. She pats his head, odd words spoken. Feeling smaller in his chair, leather collar snapped round his neck, lead attached.

Pat.

"Good boy."

His tail wags for joy at his new mistress.....