Prompt: A ginger tabby streaks down a sun-drenched French market street, a plump silver fish clutched triumphantly in its jaws. Flour dusts its fur, a baker's spoils, as a rotund fishmonger in a striped apron bellows in mock fury, his net billowing behind him like a startled seabird. Sunlight dances through awnings, casting dappled shadows on the cobblestones, and the air hums with the symphony of the market: shouts, laughter, the clatter of coins, the purr of the chase. In the distance, the Eiffel Tower whispers against the azure sky, a silent witness to this vibrant, flour-dusted escapade.