Surprisingly, the turtle-dude didn’t seem to have a problem
with this, which was a good thing. They were anxious to get away from all of the
flamingos (the feeling was mutual) and the idea of looking for this cave kind
of sent a chill up Paws’s spine. This is
what you call a good chill mind you.
Paws was a cat that felt no fear.
Meanwhile, Tippy wasn’t too pleased about the whole thing.
“I don’t know why we’re pawing around,” he meowed. “Why can’t we figure out how to get back to
the gang?”
Paws’s whiskers twitched.
“What’s the matter with you? We
can’t leave Sammie here looking for some goofy cave.”
“Well, he’s the one that decided to run off with the
turtle!” meowed Tippy indignantly with
his tail swishing towards the direction
of the turtle dude.
The turtle dude seemed amused by the whole thing. “Hey Sammie’s the one that wanted to keep
going. I don’t know why you cats won’t
give him any props. Maybe I should tell
him that you two think he’s not that tough.”
Paws stopped and stared at the turtle dude with his
whiskers twitching. “What are you? Some kind of wise guy turtle?”
That turtle dude looked like he was snickering. “Wow do you get excited over nothing. Let’s keep going- we’re almost there.”
Tippy looked around and saw no path. It seemed like they were surrounded by trees
and from a distance he heard water. “Where’s
the cave at anyway?”
“Look over to the left,” the turtle dude answered.
Paws saw it first and meowed, “Holy meows!!!!”
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