The kitties just stared at each other. Mike and Tigger looked horrified. “Holy meows!” Tigger yowled. “Is he dead?” Both ran up to him, panicky, but gave a huge sigh of relief noticing that Frankie was breathing regularly. “Pheeew,” Tigger meowed. “What a relief.”
“What do we do now?” Toni asked Fuzzy.
Fuzzy needed a vacation and she knew it. Meee-ow how did she get to be in charge? Meeee-ow, right then and there she missed her stepdad. However, she had to take a deep breath and be a good, little Fuzz. “We look for the herb.”
“How are we going to know it if we see it?” asked Tippy.
“Well,” Fuzzy answered, “they said we’d know it when we saw it!”
A lot of whiskers twitched and tails swished. Meeee-ow and the noses went to the ground. Time to play sniff-dog bepaws Hank was running out of time!
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