Elephant Trip

 

          Mike and Tigger were flipping out.  “Where in the bloody hell are we going?”  asked Mike.

          “She knows where to find what Hank needs,” Frankie said.

          All of the kitties had their whiskers twitching.  “Are you sure about that?”  asked Fuzzy.

          “Relax,” Frankie said.  “Ellie wouldn’t steer me wrong.”

          “Now you’re buddy, buddy with her?”  asked Fuzzy.  “What’s up with that?”

          “I think it’s more about your hippo pal than anything else,” Frankie said. 

          “How does she know Hank, Fuzzy?”  asked Paws.

          Fuzzy felt her fur get ruffled.  “How in the meow would I know?  You guys forget that I’m your age.”

          She had them there.  Fuzzy was just as old as the other kitties, so, paw-viously she was just as confused as everyone else.  What had her worried though was the fact they were getting deeper and deeper into the forest.  All kinds of strange noises were in overdrive.  “How far are we going?  Fuzzy asked Frankie.

          Frankie didn’t answer bepaws it sounded like they were getting closer and closer to a waterfall!