Chugging Walrus

 

       The kitties were hanging on for their meowing lives and the walrus chugged through the ocean like a train.  Fuzzy’s mind was racing.  Where in the meow were they going?  Where was Hank?  What was the matter with Hank?  This is meowy weird and it seemed like they were headed north.

          “Are we going north?”  asked Fuzzy, taking note that the other kitties were piled on top of each other.  Now, that was weird but she wasn’t going to meow anything.  They looked really scared.  Who in the meow could blame them really?  The walrus could be taking them to a stranger place that the island they were on.  “Hey walrus!”  Fuzzy yowled.  “Where are you taking us?”

          “We gotta catch-up to your friend,” the walrus answered.  “He’s really sick and just relax we’re almost there.”

          Almost there?  What in the meow did this mean?