They’re all staring at Tippy at this point. “What’s the problem?” Paws asked.
“I’m not digging anything,” he meowed, trying to look
tough.
Fuzzy couldn’t believe this. Poor Fuzzy, she was extremely frazzled at this
point. “Why are you trying to be such goof
for?” she asked.
“There’s no way I’m touching it!” he answered.
“I don’t wanna die.”
Uh-oh Frankie was back to snorting. He also stomped his front legs into the
ground. “If you want Hank to live, you
pick a couple pieces of it up.”
Whether it was the tone or the fact Tippy didn’t like
Frankie’s snorting, he did and much to his relief, paw-viously, nothing
happened. “Now what?” he asked Frankie.
“Hold onto it and get on,” he said sitting down so the gang
could climb on. “We’re running out of
time and we have to hurry!”
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