Cricket the Greyhound Ch. 6 and The End

A giant float balloon of Snoopy. She opened her mouth but no sound came out. She was shocked. How on earth did that giant balloon get in the middle of the Rocky Mountains?! Yes . . . she had run all the way to the Rocky Mountains. She took cover behind an unsuspecting mountain goat who had been doing yoga in the sun. The goat had not seen the Snoopy balloon yet, and Duck was sure that once this "rocky" mountain goat clapped eyes on the balloon, it would have the fright of a life time. Then Duck noticed who was holding the giant festive balloon . . .

Thomas Kinkade! But how ever was Ducky to catch him? She was about to start caterwauling (ha!) when, like a flash, Cricket appeared bolting up behind her. Cricket headbutted Duck up into the air so that Ducky did a flip and wound up standing on Cricket's back. As she was running, Cricket launched onto the mountain goat, used him as a spring board, and flew through the sky! They landed directly next to Thomas Kinkade on the balloon.
"I say!" he yelled.
"No! We say!" Cricket yelled back.
"What? I'm confused."
"Stop running!" Cricket shouted.
Ducky had a death grip around Cricket.
"I'm not running! You stop following! I'm allergic to cats."
"No you're not," said Cricket.
"I'm not?"
"No."
"Oh."

The balloon landed and Cricket, Ducky, and Thomas Kinkade decided to go out to dinner and talk about all their adventure.

The End.

Cricket the Greyhound Ch. 5

Mean while Cricket was still stuck in the paper bag. She danced around like she was standing on hot coals. Her head neatly lodged inside the paper bag tied off with a bright pink ribbon. Cricket stopped fussing for a second and started blindly backing up - as most cats do when something is on their heads. She backed up for ten whole minuets . . . then she hit a wall, or a corner rather. She could not back up any further, so she decided to sit and think of what types of food she would eat when she got her head out of the bag.

Duck on the other hand was changing the corse of history with every step she made. Ever paw in front of the other yielded daisies and birds of paradise, a hive of bees even appeared out of no wear and started humming a happy tune. Duck began to run even faster, fascinated by her new found super ability. She forgot all about her original quest of finding her hero Thomas Kinkade and just watched the splendor unfold in front of her very eyes.

Suddenly she felt the heat. It came on so fast that she didn't have time to think. Her fur seemed like it was on fire. Her brain felt like it was going to explode. She slowed to a trot, but her paws felt like they were going to burn off from the hot ground. She came to a stop and glanced back, her eyes wide in horror at what she saw . . .

Cricket the Greyhound Ch. 4

NO she really didn't know what just happened. In fact, Cricket reviewed what just occurred in her head and began to have a panic attack, which made her hate Duck even more.

Duck on the other hand wondered why Thomas Kinkade (her idol) had run away like a noodle when she asked him for his autograph. And what did he say to her? She wished she could understand humans when they flapped their gums and sound came out.

"Oh well, it was a chance of a life time" she thought.

Meanwhile Cricket had gone into the kitchen and fetched a small paper bag. She stuck her head in it and began to try and control her breathing. Duck realized that Cricket was so completely distracted by trying to save her life that she would not notice what Duck was about to do.

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Ducky grabbed a bright pink ribbon and wrapped it around the paper bag on Cricket's head so that her head was stuck inside the bag! Now, Ducky had no plans to try to kill Cricket (thankfully it was a paper bag, rather than a plastic one). She just needed to get her out of the way for a while.

With naughty Cricket's preoccupied inside, Ducky sprinted out the front door after Thomas Kinkade. She ran and ran and ran and ran and ran, but to no avail. Poor Ducky couldn't seem to find Kinkade anywhere!

But she realized that the faster she ran, the warmer the weather seemed to get. It had been an absolute blizzard when she left, but now, the flowers were bursting to life everywhere! Tulips and white daisies, green clover and maple trees. The sun popped out from behind the clouds and warmed Ducky's back as she ran.
Unfortunately, the weather kept getting hotter and hotter the longer she ran...

Cricket the Greyhound Ch. 3

A plan that would make the world spin in the opposite direction. A plan (haha i wrote plant at first) that would make pink the new green and lady-bugs man-bugs. The wind would no longer howl but meow and the roosters would crow right before bed time (im watching robin hood - and there was a rooster).
Anyways, enough about this supernatural plan that Duck was plotting. Cricket was being her naughty mischievous self placing a jar of spiders in Duck's bed and taking the best seat in the house (in front of the furnace).
Duck was quietly finishing her favorite Thomas Kinkade puzzle when suddenly a knock was heard at the door . . .
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When Ducky opened the door, she saw Thomas Kinkade himself! She was so incredibly surprised! (For those of you that don't know, Kinkade is an American painter of realistic, bucolic, and idyllic subjects, which Ducky just so happened to love). Thomas barged inside, snow billowing off the shoulders of his swishy nylon jacket. He had frozen flakes of snow stuck to his beard and mustache, making him look like Jack Frost.
"Ducky," he wheezed. "I need your help."
"Meow," she answered.
"I understand," he said, running back outside and fleeing, arms flailing like noodles.
Ducky stared at Cricket.
"I have no idea what just happened."
"Neither do I," said Cricket.
Or did she...
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Cricket the Greyhound Ch. 2

Ducky, unlike Cricket, did not favor her fur. She could care less about what colors she liked more. She however had a different quality that she secretly delighted in, her mittens. She had not always adored her deformity. She was made fun of in pre-school and once in middle school for her misshapen paws. It was hard to grow to like them but she was a definite fan of them now. She was able to open peanut butter jars and cough drop wrappers with great ease.
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As amazing as Ducky's and Cricket's individual talents were, they weren't friends. Cricket felt like The Family was hers (and only hers!) since she adopted them first. Even though Ducky was incredibly sweet, Cricket wanted to kill her. Or at least make her life miserable. Sweet, sweet Ducky never retaliated, even though her giant mittens could have batted Cricket miles away into the ionosphere. Cricket picked on Ducky, Ducky didn't react. But Ducky was secretly hatching a plan...
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Cricket the Greyhound (who is really a cat) Ch. 1

Cricket was a cat with different colored fur. She favored the white portions of her self the most but could not choose which of her black and tan portions she liked best. She had slender paws that bounced across the kitchen floor like rain drops on a sky light when she scampered.

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But what Cricket loved even more than her white fur was FOOD. She would lie awake all night- only pretending to sleep- waiting for breakfast to come around. Her little paws curled up whenever she remembered that she got to eat.
Unfortunately for Cricket, however, she had to share her meal time with another cat.
Ducky.
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