Raiding Hank

 

“I want to go see my cubs,” he replied. 

          “But what about Santa’s hat??”  wailed Toni.

          “I can’t take it back,” Johnny said.  “What if my cubs died?”        

          The second he said that two bundles of fluff popped out of nowhere and bounded up to Johnny happily, looking extremely pleased with themselves.  “Daddy!”  Both of them yelled.

          Johnny and the gang were shocked to see them.  Mike and Tigger were especially interested.  They had never seen a couple of lynx cubs before, not even at a zoo.  “Where did you guys come from?”  he asked.

          “Some really big dude took the hat!”  the one closest to Fuzzy said.       

          The gang was shocked but Toni was extremely pleased.  “See!  They didn’t die!”

          “Hey I didn’t want Santa getting mad at me,” Johnny defended himself, “but this is weird.”  He looked down at the cubs.  “Who took the hat?” 

          “Dunno,” answered the one next to Tigger and Mike.  “He just said his name was Hank.”

          “Wait a minute!”  yowled Fuzzy, looking around.  “Where did Hank go anyway?”