Everyone just stared at Fuzzy like she asked for the
secrets of the world.
She didn’t
get it! What was the problem? It was a very rational question. Where in the meow would Smokey be going? Who in the meow could Smokey know in New
York? Then again, where in the meow has
Smokey been all of this time?
Questions,
questions, questions.
Barney was
getting a whisker-ache. He really wished
that the Trouties were here for sanity and he had a pang for his pal,
Casey. Could he paws-ibly still be alive
too? After all, Casey and Joey the cat
weren’t really declared dead, just missing.
What if they-
Barney
shook it off. He couldn’t think about
that now. His brain already felt like it
was going to explode. “Okay,” he meowed
to the horse, “what direction did she go in when she left the carriage?”
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