Frantic Fuzzy

 

          Poor Fuzzy couldn’t believe it.  All she could see was the icy water.  What in the meow happened to him?  She turned to look at a bewildered Hank, who was suddenly surrounded by the rest of the gang.  They looked as baffled as she did.  “What happened to him?”  she asked.  “Where did Sammy go?”

          “Who’s Sammy?”  Paws asked.

          “You don’t mean our brother Sammie, do you?”  asked Toni, looking horrified. 

          Fuzzy’s whiskers twitched.  “I’m not meowing about Sammie!  I mean Sammy the seal!  You have to remember him- he was at the Christmas paw-ty!”

          The gang just stared at Fuzzy with huge eyes and, in most cases, twitching whiskers.  As a meow of fact, Hank was now on his butt.  “The only thing I saw,” he said, “was something reaching for the flying saucer.”

          Fuzzy’s ears went up.  “What do you mean flying saucer?”

          Hank lifted his front right leg up to point at the sky behind Fuzzy.  “Over that way.  It looked like something was trying to grab at this weird flying saucer, right before you landed on my back.”