Island Escape

           Well, there was no time to feel sorry for themselves.  Even though Mike and Tigger’s ‘tail’ sounded wacky, who was really going to argue with them about this being an island of the dead.  Fuzzy though was heartbroken.  It seemed like that he had completely disappeared.  If Mike and Tigger were right then that meant some wacky cat ghost got him.  This was to meowy to even comprehend and Fuzzy she didn’t realize that her fur was falling out of pure stress.

          When the gang finally got to where Hank was there was good news and bad news.  Sammie was actually there!  He was sitting on a rock but Hank was gone. 

          Wait a meow minute- how in the meow could Hank be gone?

          Fuzzy couldn’t believe it!  “Sammie!”  she yowled.  “Where have you been?”

          “I saw this place was creepy right away,” he answered looking really pleased with himself.  Sammie did always have good whisker awareness.  “I headed back here and Hank was gone.  Where in the meow could he have gone?”

          Now, Toni was hysterical.  “We’re gonna turn into ghosts- we’re gonna turn into ghosts.”

          “Shut-up!”  yowled Fuzzy, trying to think.  Then with the biggest yowl she could muster, “HAAAAAAAAAAA-NK!!!!!  Where are you?”

          Tigger was really nervous by now.  “We gotta get off of this island.”

          “What is the deal with this place?”  Paws answered.  “If we’re away from them then we should be okay, right?”

          Mike’s whiskers twitched.  “That’s not what the legend says,” he meowed.

          Fuzzy eyed Mike skeptically but she was too worried about Hank.  “Haaaaa-nk!!!!!”  she yowled.

          Something did stick its head of the water and it wasn’t Hank-

          It was the meowing walrus!!!!