Mad Mrs. Elephant

 

          Fuzzy wasn’t kidding.  The elephants did look grumpy.  Grumpy was a little bit of an understatement.  Mrs. Elephant literally got into Frankie’s face.  “What are you doing here you lowdown cheat?”

          Cheat?  Frankie was a cheat?  What in the meow was up with this?

          “How ya doing Miranda?”  he asked, steadily trying to stay cool.  The kitties were eyeing up the little elephants who were waving their trunks and looked like they wanted to play. 

          “Don’t give me that,” Mrs. Elephant said, sounding madder than ever.  “I told you not to come back here.”

          Frankie was sweating at this point and the kitties only knew this bepaws their fur started getting wet.  “That was 3 years ago,” Frankie said.  “Calm down.”

          Miranda just stood there huffing and waving her trunk angrily.  In the meantime, the little elephants still looked like they wanted the kitties to come down and play with them.  In the meantime, out of nowhere, Toni meowed, “C’mon, Mrs. Elephant, you have to let us help our friend, Hank!”