Hank the Tracker

 

 

          So, Hank managed to get the gang to the North Pole.  Now, how could a hippo do that considering he was well…a hippo?  Who knows how to explain it- Hank was just one meowing special hippo.

          As of right now, the gang was at the North Pole sign just staring at a wide-open space with tons and tons of snow-meeee-wow! 

          “What happened to the owl??”  asked Paws.

          “I have no meowing idea,” Fuzzy meowed.  “Where in the meow are the reindeer?”

          Hank was pawing in the snow and had his face down in it, literally.  “They’re around somewhere,” he answered looking up with snow all over his face.

          Fuzzy was confused.  “How in the meow can you track anything?”  she asked.

          Hank just gave a goofy little grin.  “Well…”

          He was cut off by a gunshot!