They were on an old property out of town that Rock's dad Richard had owned for years, inside of a dilapidated trailer with two cats and a kitten. One of the cats, Pam, belonged to Rock, the other to Richard. Rock knew Pam had been spayed fourteen years earlier so assumed the kitten belonged to his dad's cat. He figured it didn't have long to live.
Rock followed his dad into the front yard, where he noticed a fresh, translucent sprout budding from a rotted branch of a tree he thought had died at least thirty years earlier.
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