Ghost Hill

          The kitties looked at each other with their tails twitching and their whiskers rotating hard like helicopters spinning.  Fuzzy’s fur was standing up.  “Hank, you have to be meowing kidding.  What does that mean?”

          “The owl said not to go over the hill,” he answered firmly.

          “What in the meow does the owl know?”  asked Tippy, trying to be smart.

          Hank gave Tippy a strange look.  “Why wouldn’t the owl know you little goof,” he answered.  “He’s an owl.  He has wings- he travels.”

          “Yeah but he’s a meowing owl!!!”  Toni yowled.  “You can’t trust a burd!”

          Tippy was looking down over the hill in awe.  “There’s something moving down there,” he meowed. 

          “It’s a ghost!!!  It’s a ghost!!!”  Toni yowled.

          “Hank go down there and take a look,” Fuzzy meowed.

          “I’m not going to see some ghost,” he said.

          

           That’s when Tippy yowled.  “SAMMIE!!!!!!!!!!!”