1917
My memory
The death of the albatross reminded me of the death of my sisters cat... I guess that the cat had crawled into the engine to get away from my dog and slept there thinking it was safe. We went into town and didn't know the cat was shredded up in the engine. No sound came out and nobody knew. A couple days later there was a smell coming from the front of the truck and in through the vents. My grandpa checked it and there was fur all underneath the hood and the cat was still inside.
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