Hank's Cure Is Where?

 

          The kitties looked at each other with huge eyes.  This was getting stranger and stranger.  How could Hank be that sick?  And what’s this about an herb?  This sounded weirder and weirder.

          “How can we save, Hank?”  asked Fuzzy looking worried.  Fuzzy couldn’t imagine a world without Hank I mean, could you?  Anyway, she asked the big hippo, “What can we do?”

          “I’m telling you,” the hippo answered, “you need to find that herb.  The herb is the only thing that can save Hank.”

          “What in the meow is the name of the herb?”  asked Toni, getting really impatient.  Do you blame her?  It seemed like the dude couldn’t get to the point.

          The big hippo said a weird name that none of the kitties could say.  Fuzzy’s eyes were bulging.  “What in the meow kind of name is that.”

          “Is it the flibbyflan?”  Sammie asked innocently trying to act intelligent and to be honest, that was the closest to what the big hippo said.

          The big hippo shook his head.  “No you little goof,” he answered.  “Let’s just think of it as the yellow flower herb.  It’s like your version of parsley but there’s a big yellow flower in the middle.  You find that and Hank will be okay.”

          Poor Fuzzy felt like her head was going to explode.  “Okay, where is it on the island?”

          “Oh it’s not here,” answered the hippo.  “It’s in Asia.”