The black cat walked across. It motions for you to withdraw. Come here to the shade the beggar says. The black cat walks ahead. You follow it to the bridge. The beggar says come to the sun. The one who wins is your head and you make your way for the sun. In haste the black cat turns and screech as the beggar now has your pockets empty. You writhe in pain as the beggar wins as you pay no heed to the omen.