Kit's Night in Jail by Care-bear 10 (3b)

Kit heard the lock click as the constable bolted the shed door. She shivered as the cold November wind drafted through the cracks of the rickety walls. The smell of pigs floated in with it. She slid down into the musty straw and felt it pricking her spine. The shed was dark but little rays of moonlight shone in. The constable had left her some lumpy porridge. She sat there and forced it down her throat. She pulled the thin quilt tighter around her shoulders. It was going to be a long night.