The Problem

          Paws looked up at Sammie with whiskers twitching.  “Get down here!”  he yowled.

          “Nope,” Sammie responded eyeing them with eyes as big as saucers.  Sammie had his entire life flash in front of him in about 10 seconds.  There was no way he was coming down and getting eaten by some big, dopey wolf. 

          Paws’s mouth tightened and his whiskers started twitching.  “GET DOWN HERE YOU COWARD!”

          “Forget it,” meowed an indignant Sammie who was sitting on his butt at this point.

          Tippy wasn’t in the mood for this.  “C’mon dude,” he meowed to the wolf.  “Can’t you just say?”

          “Yeah,” Paws meowed.  “Just say, he isn’t coming down.”

          He had no problem with that.  “I need help finding my pups.”