Swampy Pawin'

 

 

          Now, the kitty gang easily glided down the hill, not making a sound.  In the meantime, Hank took one step and stumbled which caused him to roll down the hill like a giant snowball and he ended up in the creek with a huge SPLASH!!!!

          Everyone was wet by this point.  Paws was fuming.  He pawed over towards Hank.  “You got me all wet!!!”  he yowled, paw-viously stating the obvious.

          Hank, stepping out of the creek, glared down at Paws.  “Get over it,” he said.  “You other cats okay?”  he called out.

          “You owe me a pizza for getting me all muddy,” answered Toni. 

          Fuzzy, shook herself off the best she could and resumed pawing along.  Her whiskers, along with her head hurt over all of this Hank arguing.  If she heard one more thing about pizza, her fur was going to fall out.  For a second, she wondered how in the meow she got to lead all of this anyway.  After all, it was Paws who got into trouble down here.  Shouldn’t he be in the lead?  Oh meee-ow…

          Pawing right along…

          The entire scene was looked like the swamps of Louisiana.  The noises were there and  at any second Fuzzy thought an alligator would pop up.  As she pawed along though, she began to hear a strange clicking noise and then Toni yowled, “There’s something following us!!”