All of the kitties just stared at Vinnie. How in the meow could this duck know anything
about Vinnie’s dad? Why would a strange
duck even have a clue to where Vinnie’s dad was?
It was Toni
who broke the silence. “Why would your
dad wanna hang out with burds?” she asked.
Don’t you
love Toni? She was already meowing about
‘burds?’
That
question got little Vinnie’s hackles up.
“My dad doesn’t hang with ‘burds!’”
he yowled.
Barney couldn’t
believe the little guy’s indignation. “Take
it easy, little dude,” he meowed. “It
was a good question. Why would that
goofy duck know anything about your dad?”
Vinnie
chilled out a little and looked up and Barney with one of those cute kitten
looks. Barney, being the softie that he
was, melted. “That goofy duck knows
everything about what’s going on,” Vinnie meowed. “He knows everything about the park.”
At that moment, Barney really missed Casey. Casey would know how to handle that goofy duck. He would’ve went over and started plucking out his feathers until the duck squealed the location. “Are you sure about that?” he asked Vinnie.
At that moment, Barney really missed Casey. Casey would know how to handle that goofy duck. He would’ve went over and started plucking out his feathers until the duck squealed the location. “Are you sure about that?” he asked Vinnie.
“The
little cat is right,” a voice said from high up. “That duck has a radar on everything!”
noe zee iz more like it....we say due knot trust thiz quacker...never been a burd in R collective 984 yeerz oh life we haz trusted ~~ ewe betcha !! ☺☺♥♥
ReplyDelete