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This scene from STITCHES is taken from Chapter 7. 

The Collinses' maine coon cat, Mycroft, is the first to alert Jean and Spence that something isn't quite right about the fabric they've found in an old chest. Mycroft exhibits strange behavior after lying on the fabric . . . and there's just been a loud bang on the window.

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“What the heck was that about? He looks fine now.” She slid the door shut and ran back to living room.

“Umm, look at this.” Spence was staring at the fabric.

“Spence! Where are the birds? Where are...the...birds?” The fabric was empty. Only the flowering vines remained.

It made no sense at all. Their gaze rose in unison to the bird bath in the back yard. Around the rim of stone calla lilies perched three enormous pheasants, stretching their wings and dipping their beaks into the sparkling fresh water to take a drink. They were an exact match to the birds in the fabric. The long spikes of their tail feathers touched the ground. One launched its heavy wings into the air, followed by the second and then the third. Jean and Spence ran to the window. The birds’ iridescent bodies rose higher and higher, past the tops of towering fir trees and into the sun. Jean and Spence shielded their eyes from the glare and followed the birds’ path until they disappeared.

“Spence...” she said, gawking out the window.

“Yeah, I really did see it.” 

    

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