Riding With Willie

          Sammie and Paws just stared at each other with their eyes bugging out.  20 miles??  Are you meowing kidding me?  “You mean we flew 20 miles through the air?”  asked Paws, incredulously.

          Willie banged his tail up and down.  “I guess,” he answered, “but how would I know?”

          “Do you think you could take us there?”  Paws asked. 

          “Take you where?”  Willie asked, genuinely confused.  Poor Willie, he did have every right to be confused, it wasn’t every day that you saw a couple of cats flying through the air.

          “To see Santa,” Sammie answered.  “We have to find Santa somehow to stop the oil people!”

          Willie’s mouth, all of a sudden, got really big.  Paws and Sammie weren’t sure what that meant but after about a second, Paws figured that was a version of a walrus smile.  “I’d love to see Santa,” he answered.  “Hop on,” he said showing off his back. 

          Paws and Sammie were a little unsure about hopping on but off in the distance there was another loud noise.  Holy meows!!!  Was it another explosion?  The noise seemed to have really snapped Willie into action, “Get on!”  he yelled.