Answer:
The predator stalked his prey. Keeping his movements steady and quiet, he didn't want to lose his only meal for the day.
One step
Two steps
...
Pounce!
The predator pounced...only to meet his doom a few seconds after. The prey scrambled, desperately trying to find some sort of cover.
The predator went over...falling off the cliff to his eternal doom.
There was a sudden blinding light. Could this be the predator's end?
"Oscar? What are you doing in the kitchen this late at night??!"
"Silly kitty!"
The predator...more like kitten...got up, purred and went over to Susan, his owner. Smiling, she picked up her beloved pet and headed to her room. On her way there, she found a toy mouse lying on the floor. Susan looked at the toy, then back at Oscar. He gave Susan a questioning look as if to say "What? I don't know where that came from."