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Startled, Blue sprang backwards into a ready to pounce stance as cats often do.
“Forgive me sweetheart, said the lovely voice, I must have frightened you. My name is Maggie. You’ve been drinking cinnamon water. It’s tasty isn’t it? There’s no need to be afraid. Drink as much as you’d like. Afterwards, come see me at my Snack Bar. I need your help.”
Blue didn’t move an inch, but tries to see where the voice is coming from. The hairs down his back were still standing on its ends. Then out of the blue, Typhoo slaps the puddle with his little tail getting Blue’s attention, and sprints toward the shiny silver tap. His itsy-bitsy little feet slipped and slid all over the place and in one super leap—sh’loop—Typhoo vanishes into the spout. Blue’s eyes nearly pooped out of his head. Then a different voice echoes from the tap:
“Aren’t you coming Blue?” said Typhoo.
Blue was amazed. Then he carefully tiptoed up to the shiny silver tap and peeks up the teeny spout looking for Typhoo. Where did he go? Blue wondered.
“We’ll be all waiting my sweetheart,” said the lovely voice of Maggie. So after carefully inspecting the spout, Blue decides to go in. He pokes his wet nose up the teeny spout and then—SH’LOP—vanishes into the shiny silver tap.
