None of Them

There were screams and sounds of fighting. Lucille followed the voice and saw Molly surrounded by several men in uniforms. Those people seemed to want to attack Molly, but none of them could defeat her. Every time one of them stepped forward, she would beat them up. Lucille quickly approached them. "What's going on?" When Molly saw her, it was as if she had seen her saving grace. "Bobo!" Molly dashed in front of Lucille, raised her hand, and pointed at the men in uniforms around her. She complained, "These people are too much! There was an old man who was walking kind of slowly. They thought that I was in the way, so they pushed me! I couldn't just stand there and take it, so..." Molly's voice became smaller and smaller. "So I asked them to bring it on and started fighting them..." The little cat let out a meow right then. It raised its delicate little claws as if it was trying to earn some praise. Lucille looked at the ground and saw a white-haired old man who had obviously suffered a