A cat story -- surreal style

[Winter Phoenix]

Miss Whisper Whills hovered there with a blank expression.

Then Silvermoon shouted:

" TOODLES GRANDFATHER WANTED HER NAMED ' TRIXIE'"

FourPaws strolled over and handed Silvermoon a cup of tea.

"Yah," said Fourpaws, " sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night all confused,
a cup of Earl Grey usually clears the fog"

" Is there any Baileys Irish cream in there?" asked Silvermoon?

" Merely some fresh herb." winked Fourpaws, and took another pull off this
blunt blowing smoke across the room.

Miss Whisper Whills rode the cloud of smoke, like a surfboard,
right out of the window.

"So..." began FourPaws, " Whatever did happen to Betty Jingles?
Last I heard she was standing on a corner in Winslow Arizona."

[Tad Carlucci]

"I heard she got run over by a flat-bed Ford," Blue Whiskers whispered.

Four Paws frowned at Blue Whiskers.

"What?" Blue Whiskers growled.

[Kayla Woodrunner]

"Huh, I thought she was run over by a reindeer," said PuffTail.

"In Arizona?" Blue Whiskers rolled his eyes.

"What? They have Christmas too", defended PuffTail.

[Winter Phoenix]

Silvermoon begin tapping his hoof in morse code.

The code said... " Its July."

However nobody else in the room knew morse code,
so the Christmas theory remained a plausibility.

[Tad Carlucci]

The room echoed with the sound:
.. - .----. ... .--- ..- .-.. -.--

Hearing it, Four Paws turn to Pebbles and asked, "Who let the Pixies out? Who? Who? Who? Who let the Pixies out?"

[Kayla Woodrunner]

One of the fairies pulled out a harp, strumming a rocking beat. The brownies popped their heads out from a secret cubby with their little brooms. Jumping out, they started stomping with their bitty shoes and broomsticks matching with tap, tap, tap as an owl flew high above the cats his raspy voice in rhthym, "Who, who, Who?" The fairies sang harmony together, "Who let the Pixies out?"