Paws ended
up landing in a huge pile of sand. He
inhaled it and started choking. Then a
huge sneeze. He was covered in so much
sand that he could barely roll out of the pile.
After he shook his fur off it he realized that he was in total
darkness. Holy meows! He started shaking. Was he dead?
Holy meows was he actually dead?
What if turned into a zombie?
What if he was trapped on the island?
What if something just reached out and-
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” he yowled.
That’s when he heard someone yowl, “Paws! Paws! Are you down there?”
He was so
relieved that he literally fell back on his butt. “Who is dat?
Is that you, Sammie?”
“It’s me,
Corey,” the cat answered. “Don’t worry
we’ll get you out.”
“What
happened to the storm?” he yowled back
but he didn’t get an answer. To be
purr-fectly honest it sounded like Corey was pawing away. What in the meow was going on? Did they really think he was just going to
sit down there and wait.
Not a
chance.
Paws, like the legendary Casey (meee-ow don’t you miss
him?) was a cat of action. He wasn’t
waiting around for anybody. He got up
and started pawing away from the hole.
He was going to find his way out of there no matter what!
hold up dood....knot two fast coz helpz on de way.. N if ya tern de wrong way.. N they tern left.. when ya all shulda went rite... ore strait.. then noe onez gonna find any one ~ ?? !! ☺☺♥♥
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