Down the Hall

“Meeeee-ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!”  he yowled, wiggling and thrusting.  “Let go- let go!  SAMMIE!!!!!!!”

          Sammie wasn’t really sure what was grabbing at Paws bepaws all he saw were some hands.  Well, whatever they were he didn’t seem like he wanted to let go.  Somehow, Sammie managed to get a hold of his tail and give him a yank which freed Paws but Paws ended up crashing into him and they ended up rolling down a long flight of stairs.      

          And we’re meowing about the big, windy, creaky stairs, not a straight shot.  Pawing right along…The boys landed at the foot of the stairs with a huge THUD!  Both were dazed and a little sore and panting like pups. 

          “Thanks for saving me,” meowed Paws catching his breath and giving a gulp.  “But did you really have to pull so hard?”  He massaged his poor tail.

          Sammie gave him a funny look.  “Are you meowing serious?”

          Ignoring the question, Paws stood up.  “Where in the meow are we?”  he asked.

          Sammie stood up, squinting, “It’s really dark down here,” he meowed with his whiskers twitching.  “There better not be spiders down here.”

          Paws was taking small paw-steps, getting more nervous with each passing second at the creaks.  Sammie too felt his ears popping up and whiskers popping out more.  As a meow of fact, they couldn’t stop twitching!! 

          Then out of nowhere, the door down the hall slowly opened!