Fuzzy Grabs It

 

          Fuzzy fell backwards and looked down the beach and she couldn’t believe it.  It was Toni.  Meee-huh????  Toni???  Where in the meow did she come from???  Well, it didn’t matter.  She was charging down the beach like a mini hippo.  “Don’t touch it!!!”  she yowled again.

          “What in the meow is the matter with you?”  asked Fuzzy, getting her hackles up.  “You look crazy!”

          “You can’t touch that!”  Toni announced.  “It’s dangerous.”

          Fuzzy’s whiskers twitched and she even clawed herself to make sure that she heard that right.  “What did you just meow?”

          Toni was about 2 feet away from the shell and she was eyeing it like it was going to explode.  “It’s dangerous.  I heard about it from the sea lion at the party.  If you touch it- something bad will happen.”

          “Oh you’re goofy,” she meowed pawing at the sand.  She was amazed that it was still glowing.  Finally, she just reached out and grabbed it.

          That’s when the waves came in…