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Hello everyone. Today I will tell you the story of five little cats. A long time ago, in a place called Catopia, there lived five little cats. The oldest one was Barni, the second oldest was Molly, the middle one was Vialad, the smaller one was Villed, and the smallest of all was called Wonka. Because Barni was the oldest, he always looked down on Wonka.

One day, Barni saw an announcement. As soon as he picked it up, he rushed to his siblings and said, “Molly, Vialad, Villed, and ummm... what was it... Wonka! Look what I found!” Molly read the announcement aloud:
“This is a public announcement: Prove yourself and WIN THE PRIZE! Join this contest in one of the fields below and prove your worth. Let Catopia hear your name, and this luxury cat food and golden trophy shall be yours.”

Everyone was very excited and when they opened the website, they saw that all the categories were full—except one. That category was ARCHITECTURE. And the rules said only groups of four or single contestants could enter. Molly and Vialad suggested forming a group of four, and everyone agreed—except Molly. Because they were five, one of them had to be left out. Barni, the eldest, shouted, “If you don’t want to join, you can compete alone. We DON’T need you anyway!!!”

Wonka was very upset but accepted this and went to his room.

Molly, Vialad, Villed, and Barni were happy to join the contest as a team. But none of them thought, “What if I were in Wonka’s place?” In his room, Wonka tried to understand what he did wrong:
“What did I do? What was my fault? Did I hurt them? If I did, why didn’t they tell me?”
Only three words echoed in his head:
“We don’t need you,” “DON’T,” and “NEED!”

He made a decision: “Even if they mock me, speak badly to me, or even hate me and threaten me, I won’t hear them anymore,” he said to himself.

Wonka grabbed his computer and applied to the contest—but as a solo participant. He had no supportive friends, no parents—he had lost them. The contest had a two-month training camp. Wonka joined immediately, as the camp provided training in architecture. He tried to tell his siblings, but they responded:
“We already know everything. Mind your own business. Champions don’t need training. You’re so clueless. Hahahaha!” said Villed.
Wonka didn’t care—he had made a promise to himself.

Finally, July came. The camp began on July 27. As Wonka was leaving, his brothers said:
“See you, disgusting kid. Oh, sorry—I was too polite. Hope to never see you again, loser!”
Wonka didn’t hear them. He thought, “Time to leave freely for the camp.” Now, only his inner voice and himself existed in his world. He felt peace.

When he arrived at the camp, other cats excluded him too. He had a birthmark on his face that looked like Batman’s mask. It reminded him of his brothers—they used to mock him when he was younger. But now, they mocked everything.

He saw the small cabin assigned to him and went in. Hugging his best friend—his plush dinosaur toy Dino—he fell asleep immediately.

The next morning, he washed up and read architecture books in his cabin. He didn’t want to attend the classes because he didn’t want others to giggle and whisper while staring at him. After finishing his book, he had breakfast and was just about to write a letter to leave camp when there was a knock at the door.

“Who would come to a tiny cabin like this?” he thought.

At the door was Mr. Meowvus, the camp leader. “Why aren’t you coming to class? There’s no turning back now. Hurry up—you’re still in pajamas!” he said. Wonka didn’t know what to do, but his body acted on its own. Suddenly, he found himself in class—and just as he feared, everyone was staring and giggling.