Frankie Starts For Home

 

          Frankie remained defiant.  “I can get them back without swimming.”

          The kitties were listening to this is amazement, stunned by the hostility and really amazed at Harry’s rotten attitude.  Besides that, they couldn’t say much, Hank was squirming like crazy, and a squirming hippo was an annoying hippo.  For a second, Fuzzy wondered how in the meow Frankie could carry all of this weight. 

          Harry got a strange look on his face.  “Well, good luck,” he replied.  “You’re going to need it.”  And with that, he turned around, lumbered back to the forest and disappeared. 

          The whole scene was just weird and Paws made that known.  “That was meowy weird,” he yowled as Frankie started clomping towards the north.

          “Don’t worry about it,” Frankie said.  “He’s just a grouch anyway.”

          “What in the meow did that mean that you could get there without swimming?”  Fuzzy asked.

          “Don’t worry about it,” Frankie replied.  “We’ll be okay.”

          Then Hank said something on the shocking side.  “I wanna get off and walk!”