The Aftermath

 

           A second of silence bought out a bunch of yowls.

          “WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE’S DEAD???”  asked Fuzzy.

          “WHAT IN THE MEOW IS UP WITH THIS???” Paws yowled.

          “YOU’RE BLOODY LYING!”  yowled Mike.

          “I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!!”  yowled Tigger.

          “THERE’S NO WAY THIS COULD BE TRUE!”  yowled Sammie

          Toni started to cry and Frankie even looked like he wanted to cry too.

Tippy was surprisingly calm.  “Where is he?”  he asked.

          Harry gave a head nod to the right and they saw him.  He was sprawled out and it was true.  Hank was gone.  He was really gone.  Frankie, surprisingly, was really upset.

          “YOU SAID THAT IF THEY FOUND THE HERB THAT HE’D BE OKAY!!!”  he said, snorting at Harry. 

          “Obviously, he was sicker than I thought,” Harry said.

          “You scummy hippo,” yowled Fuzzy, feeling ticked-off.  “You lied.”

          The funny thing was as they bickered, Tippy was pawing over to Hank’s body and he started rubbing the healing herb on him.  Then something strange started to happen…