“ Three US dollars,” said the shopkeeper.
“Why is it so cheap?” asked John. The shopkeeper shrugged his shoulders; relics go in and out of style. John Henry happened to have dollars saved. He said all right. The shopkeeper stared after John as he left his shop.
“ Good Luck,” he hollered after John.
He took the cat back to his room. That night he was sleeping and he heard something call out to him. Suddenly the cat was mortal. It was purring and arching its back as it paced along the room.