A red telephone box stands below one end of a beige bridge.
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A pigeon perches on the box’s pointed tip.
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A man comes across the bridge.
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He walks to the telephone box.
He opens the gridded glass and steps in. The pigeon floats to the ground. He picks up the phone.
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RINGGGG!!
The man looks at the pigeon.
RINGGGG!!
He looks around him.
RINGGGG!!
He opens the door and tosses a few seeds to the bird before closing it again.
RINGGGG!!
“Hey!” the phone says, “how has your day been?”
He smiles. “It’s been good. I had the joy of creatively waking up a few students in class,” he chuckles, “how’s your day?”
“A little overwhelming, to be honest. I don’t wanna bore you with everything.”
“I’m patient.”
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The red telephone box stands below one end of a beige bridge.
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An old man dawdles towards the telephone box.
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He opens the gridded door. He takes the phone from its hook and slowly dials a number.
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CLINKK! CLINKK-CLINKK!
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CLINKK!
The old man looks to the floor.
A small cat ragdolls against the door.
CLINKK-CLINKK! CLINKK!
It rolls over, showing a small, golden bell hanging from its light blue collar. It rolls back towards the glass.
CLINKK! CLINKK!
RINGGGG!!
The old man opens the door. The cat stands up and walks in.
RINGGGG!!
He picks the cat up.
RINGGGG!!
“Hello, Nigel!” the phone says.
“Hello, dear. I was just calling-”
The cat lies onto Nigel’s shoulder, beginning to purr.
“-to ask which flowers you wanted?”
“Umm…”
PURRRrrrrrRRRR.
“I could do with some daisies, darling.”
The cat brushes against the man’s neck.
“I’ll be home in about 20 minutes then, dear,” he says.
“I love you!”
“I love you more!”
He hangs up the phone.
PURRRrrrrrRRRR.
He brushes the cat’s dense fur away from its collar, sliding it towards him until he sees a name; “Muppet,” in dark teal tint.
He sets the cat down. He opens the door.
MRROOOWW!
The cat follows him out but stays beside the telephone box.
TTRRRRRZZHHH!!
A yellow truck with a semi-circle plough passes above the white-topped telephone box, guiding snow to the sides of the bridge.
The cat stands up from inside the telephone and turns around to watch the magic mover.
TTTTRRRRRRRRRZZZZZZHHHHHH!!
An orange-snowsuited woman follows the truck, scooping away the smaller bits of snow.
SSHKK! SSHKK! SSHKK!
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The woman sees the ragdoll cat watching. She waves to it. The cat puts its paw on the glass, waving back. She smiles.
The woman gets to the end of the bridge and walks to the telephone box. The truck stops. She scoops the snow away from the door.
The cat sits by the door, as the woman opens it. The cat rubs against her leg.
“Whad’ya find?” the truck driver asks, hopping out.
“A Ragdoll kitty!!”
She picks up the cat and reads her collar as the truck driver walks over.
“Her name’s Muppet.”
PURRRrrrrrRRRR.
“She’s purring,” she whispers, happily.
“You have no choice but to adopt her now.”
“She has a collar though. Someone could’ve just lost her.”
“If they lost her, then they were already a bad owner.”
“I’ll ask around when we get done with the snow.”
The woman takes Muppet to the yellow truck. She sets her down and tucks her under one of the spare orange snowsuits.
PURRRrrrrrRRRRrrrrrRRRRrrrrrRRRR.
“So adorable!!!” she says, squeezes her gloves against her face.
The snow-topped telephone box stands empty as the woman knocks on the houses behind it.
knock-knock!
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The door opens.
“Hello, miss! Do you own a Ragdoll cat with a light blue collar named ‘Muppet’?”
“I do not.” The door shuts.
She goes to the next door.
knock-knock!
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“Hello, sir! Do you own a Ragdoll cat-”
“No.” He slams the door.
She goes to the next door.
knock-knock!
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“Hello, sir. Do you own a Ragdoll cat with a light blue collar named ‘Muppet’?”
“I don’t. Where was it found?” he asks.
“I found her sitting in the telephone box a few hours ago. She’s nice and warm now, though.”
“I’m glad she’s comfy now. Sorry I couldn't help. Have a nice day, miss!”
“No worries, miss. You too!”
The door closes.
The woman walks down the sidewalk and to the other row of houses.
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knock-knock!
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The red telephone box stands under the moonlit bridge, now with a dull-pink point and scratches of torn off paint. The cat walks across the bridge railing. She jumps down and curls up beside it.
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A pigeon lands on the tip of the telephone box.
MRROOOWW!
The pigeon looks down.
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MRROOOWW!
The cat stretches up to the dark gold door handle.
The pigeon floats down.
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MROWW.
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The pigeon flies away as the woman opens the door for them.
She picks up Muppet, sits down, and sets her on her lap.
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Two construction workers with tangerine hats pull the torn and bleached telephone box onto a terracotta-colored dolly.
Muppet runs up to them and starts hissing, before wrapping her tail around a corner of the old telephone box.
“Calm down, kitty,” one of the men say. The other man goes to pick the cat up.
Muppet swipes at him, slashing a few slits into his skin.
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The woman runs over.
“Why are you taking this?!!”
“City order. We’re getting rid of the rest of the K5s.”
The other guy chimes in. “Yup! We’re getting the KXs put in.”
“Except this little guy-” the first man tries to pet Muppet but she swipes at him, “-is quite attached.”
The woman thinks.
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She pulls out her wallet. “I’ll give you 50 quid for it.”
She holds out a 50 quid paper bill.
“Sure!” The second guy snags the bill from the woman and lets her take the dolly.
“You know you coulda just taken this apart?” the woman teases.
The construction workers look at each other.
“I assume not. Where’s your toolkit?”
The first guy points to the front passenger seat. The woman walks up, opens the door, and takes the toolkit. She walks back to the telephone box, sets the kit down, and takes out her phone.
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“Hey! Can you bring your car over, please?”
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“I’m just taking apart the K5 box ‘cause some guys were gonna take it from Muppet.”
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“Okay. See you then!”
She hangs up. She puts her phone back in her pocket and starts deconstructing the old telephone box.
A small blue-gray Corsa pulls up to the telephone box.
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A chocolate-haired man steps out.
“How’s it going, love?”
“Almost finished.”
“I’ll start loading.”
He opens his trunk and picks up the box’s roof.
Muppet stands up.
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The chocolate-haired man picks Muppet up, sets her in the passenger seat, and picks up the walls of the box.
The woman stands up. She picks the toolkit up and sets it on a nearby peach bench. She helps her boyfriend load the rest of the telephone box into his car.
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A peach bench sits beside the new glass telephone box.
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A pigeon lands on the bland, flat top of the modern telephone box.
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Muppet jumps onto the bench… followed by a few kittens. The woman sits beside the kittens. Her chocolate-haired husband steps into the black-cased telephone.
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BRINGG!
BRINGG!
BRINGG!
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The woman watches a few waiting ducks dive into the deep end of the light blue lake.
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Muppet carries her kittens over to the woman’s lap.
plopp
plopp. plopp
Muppet curls up beside the woman’s lap.
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Her husband exits the bland telephone box. He sits on the opposite side of Muppet, setting his arm on the back of the bench.
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