Well, that seemed paw-vious- these two
were nuts, goofy in fact. Who in the
meow could be giddy over a cemetery? But
there they were purring and jumping from grave to grave meowing the weirdest
things imaginable. This whole time
though something interesting was going on with Sammie…
Meee-uhoh what about Sammie?
Sammie was standing in front of a
headstone looking at it strangely. The
moon was shining straight down and his eyes looked larger than usual. “Sammie!”
yowled Paws. “What’s the matter
with you?”
The kitties watched him, fascinated,
but Hank lumbered up to him and gave him a head butt. “What’s wrong kid?” he asked.
“Don’t you-’ he was cutoff by something on the grave. As a meow of fact, he ended up stepping back
over to the gang and kept groaning. “Man-oh
man- oh man-“
“What’s going on?” asked Fuzzy.
“What’s on there?” asked Paws.
“Let me go see-” he didn’t get far though bepaws Hank pulled his tail
back with his teeth. “Ouch!” he yowled.
“What are you doing?”
“Don’t go over there!” he yelled.
“Let him alone!”
Fuzzy didn’t like the sounds of
this. “Why is he digging at the grave
like a dog?” she asked.
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This sounds super scary, for sure. MOUSES!