They looked towards the
trees and finally saw her in a stuck in an old oak tree. Poor Fuzzy looked small and sore but she
still had her purr-fect tail. Paws noted
that her paw looked really sore.
“Fuzzy!” yowled Toni
with delight.
“Are you okay?” Paws
asked.
“Meee-ow, I think so,” she meowed.
“Are you able to get down?”
asked Paws.
“Yeah,” she meowed. “Just
give me a couple of minutes.”
They watched her, expecting her to fall any second but
Fuzzy was tough. She was a survivor. She was soon next to them and Toni was in
paws-itive awe of her.
“How did you do it?”
she asked. “How did you survive
that?”
“I’m not sure,” Fuzzy meowed. “I don’t even know how I got caught.”
Paws was looking at her really strangely. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, I’m purry,” she answered, looking at the house. “What house is this?”
“How would I know?”
asked Paws.
That’s when Toni meowed with gusto, “Let’s go and see what’s
in it!”
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