Head Down The Hill

 Now, the gang was back to giving him the ‘eye.’  “What did you just say?”  asked Hank.

“I don’t remember,” he meowed again.  “I remember going down and then waking up next to your leg,” he added looking at Hank.

Hank, who was extremely frustrated and smelling more and more like a pizza, started banging his head off the closest maple tree.  Fuzzy literally had to yell, “Knock it off!!!”

Surprisingly he listened and he reminded all of them, “The owl said, don’t go down over that hill.”

“I don’t wanna go down,” Toni meowed to Hank.  “I wanna know where you got that pizza!”

“I DIDN’T EAT ANY PIZZA!!!”  Hank bellowed loudly, scaring Toni, who hid behind Paws. 

“You don’t have to get so grumpy about it,” Tippy meowed.

“I’m going over the hill,” announced Fuzzy, feeling a tad fearless and a bit ‘fuzzy’ (of course).

“Me too!”  Paws meowed, showing no fear about what he just experienced and why would he?  He had no idea what happened to him and he’d like to know.  As a meow of fact, he dashed down it so fast, that he was out of sight within seconds.

“Meeee-ow!  Wait up!!!”  yowled Fuzzy, moving swiftly, with Tippy and Toni following.   You know the story with cats and curiosity.

So, Hank was left alone feeling purr-ty stupid with his 4 small friends feeling adventurous.  After about a minute, he decided to follow, ignoring his owl friend’s advice.

            Meee-wow, this was going to be WEIRD!!!