The Fighting Fuzz

          Finally, they stopped.  Actually they ran into something with such force that it knocked Fuzzy backwards on her butt and Toni’s face was plastered against a small hill.

          “Meee-OUCH!!!”  she yowled, trying to unstick herself from the hill but the whole thing was weird, she seemed like she was glue to the small hill.  Actually, calling it a hill was kind of generous- it was a medium sized mound of sand.  “Hey Fuzzy, help me out here!”

          Fuzzy had her own problems.  She had sand all over her fur and she was literally meowing out sand.  She pawed over and gave Toni such a yank that Toni fell back into wet sand and was almost carried out to sea.  “YOU- YOU  FUZZ!!!”  she yowled.

          “That’s what you get for ruining my surfing ride!”  she meowed back. 

          Toni stood up and lumbered over to the Fuzz.  “I oughta claw your eyes out,” she hissed.

          “You go for it, you CHUB!”  Fuzzy yowled. 

          That’s when a head popped out of the sand with a, “What’s up kitties????”