“Wellz,” the Mayor meowed, “are youz
stillz gonna actz like a goof?”
The cat stared at them with whiskers
twitching. “What’s that supposed to
mean? Being a goof?”
“You should be able to see that we’re
not a threat,” Casey meowed.
More whisker twitching, “You two can’t
stay here.”
The Mayor was really getting ticked
off. “Why???”
That’s when the cat meowed out
something so shocking that Casey’s fur stood up on edge. The Mayor’s mouth was sort of hanging open. The cat, whose name happened to be Joey,
informed them that the entire island had been taken over by birds.
Whaaaaaaaaaat?”
BURDS????
How was that paws-ible? How could it have been taken over by burds?
Joey informed them that the biggest,
ugliest and strangest burds had taken over the island a couple of months
ago. A lot of the cats the gang had met
left the island or disappeared!
The Mayor was sweating. “Diz-appeared?”
Joey nodded. “These birds are eating everything.”
Casey felt sick. “So are you the only cat left?”
“No,” he answered, “a lot of us are in
hiding.”
casey...dood....we haz landed in hell ☺☺☺☺
ReplyDelete.....we GOTTA...GOTTA...help joey N de otherz get outta heer...
wher in de be jezuz iz de boat !!!! ♥☺☺