Hop On!

 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

          No one noticed them leaving the party and that was just fine with Fuzzy.  Hank had a bit of a nose problem and sometimes he even asked to many questions for her taste.  Anyway, it was meowy pleasant evening with a clar sky,

          “Meee-wow!”  Fuzzy yowled, impressed by the stars and the clearn.  “What an evening!  Where’s the sled?”

          Sammy gave a goofy laugh.   “Hop on me!”  he responded positioning himself by a downward slope.  “You have to hop on me to get to it!”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

          No one noticed them leaving the party and that was just fine with Fuzzy.  Hank had a bit of a nose problem and sometimes he even asked to many questions for her taste.  Anyway, it was meowy pleasant evening with a clar sky,

          “Meee-wow!”  Fuzzy yowled, impressed by the stars and the clearn.  “What an evening!  Where’s the sled?”

          Sammy gave a goofy laugh.   “Hop on me!”  he responded positioning himself by a downward slope.  “You have to hop on me to get to it!”