Sprinting Sammie

 

        Where was Sammie headed?  Well, Fuzzy had no meowing idea.  She was the one who took off after him first, followed by Toni who was stomping as hard as a pygmy hippo.  Poor Fuzzy though, she was feeling really tired and Sammie seemed like he was running hard.  She was amazed that he she could keep up.

          Suddenly he stopped….

          Meeee-ow Fuzzy hated those sudden stops and she got her claws out and she seemed like she was sliding across some slippery vegetation and that caused Toni, who as you know is somewhat of a chub, to ram into her.  That caused Fuzzy to slide forward within inches of Sammie and Toni was sitting on her butt. 

          “What in the meow did you do that for??”  bellowed Toni.

          Fuzzy wasn’t listening.  She was watching Sammie, who was drinking from a stream that looked as pure as a crystal.  Where in the meow were they exactly?