First Stop

 

 

          Fuzzy’s fur went up on high alert on this.  “What’s that supposed to mean?”  she asked Frankie.

          “Don’t get excited,” Frankie answered.  “It’s an adventure and we have a long way to go.”

          “We’re not going to run into any more of those creepy dogs, are we?”  meowed Toni, sounding worried, which was understandable.  Toni, after all was a chub, and she’d make some wild dog a good dinner. 

          “I doubt it,” Frankie answered.  “But we could run into creepier things.  Don’t forget kitty, we’re in the jungle.”

          “How much further do you have to clomp?”  asked Mike, who was in awe of all of the trees and sounds of the jungle.  Holy meows monkeys came out every so often.  All of the kitties were actually glad that they weren’t pawing around.   

          “Hard to say,” Frankie answered.  “We’re at one of the fields though.  Look up.”

          Fuzzy looked and ahead there was the largest field she of flowers and herbs she’s ever seen!