A Headstone, An Owl and Hank Equals...?

 

       Paws didn’t think he wanted to look.  Well, would you?  Who would want to look at a headstone?  Besides all of that, Sammie looked like he was ready to swallow his tongue and have his eyeballs start bouncing on the ground.  He gulped and pawed up to it, knowing that he had to keep the tough guy image. But he was cut off by shrieks.

          Poor Sammie, who was a wreck anyway, took off.  Paws was frozen- what in the meow was that.  Then the ground started shaking.  The next thing you know Toni, Mike Tigger and Hank were in front of him and they ended up collapsing in a big pile in front of him.  “Holy meows!”  he yowled.  “What happened?”

          Poor Toni was huffing- puffing, so she couldn’t meow.  Poor Tigger seemed like her could meow either but Mike choked out, “Hank- Hank told us to run.”

          Hank stood up, knees shaking.  “I saw the death owl in the woods!”  he answered.  “He was coming right at me.”

          Death owl?  What in the meow was the death owl?  Paws couldn’t figure it out.  “What’s going on?”  he asked.  “What’s a death owl?”

          Poor Hank was gasping so hard that Paws thought he was going to pass out but he managed to get out, “It’s legendary.  It pops out every ten years looking for blood.”

          Paws, Toni, Mike and Tigger were all eyes at this point.  Then  it sunk into all of them:

          Where in the meow was Fuzzy????