Fall was in the air. Pumpkins were growing ripe on their vines, a breeze was starting to blow with just the faintest hint of chill, and the leaves were getting more and more tinged with red, gold, and brown every day.
In the morning, they shared breakfast, and Annie was persuaded to partake of some of the bottled water they had, even though it was tap water from the sink and thus could, as she had said earlier, make her sick.
“What do we do?” MiMee shuddered. “What does it want?” Louey shivered. “Put the flashlight on,” Sadie Lynn suggested. “No! It will know we’re here!” protested Louey. “What if it already does?” MiMee’s voice was a tiny squeak.
“Well, that settles it,” said Louey. “I think we’re lost.” They had now been walking for hours trying to find their way back to the trail entrance, but they’d had no luck. In fact, they seemed to be deeper into the woods than ever.
Sadie Lynn, the black Scottish terrier, was taking a lovely paddlewheel ferry cruise with her friends, a pair of rats named Miss Blatz and Sam. Miss Blatz was a lovely plump albino lady-rat, while the tomboyish black-and-white young Sam was her adopted ward.
“Now, now,” Miss Blatz gently chided Jenner to get his attention. “You’ll absolutely ruin your nice white suit if you do that.” Jenner straightened up at the sight of Miss Blatz, and tried to look tough again, as if he didn’t care about having been shooed away from the party.
A Jazz Age/1920s-themed garden party was being held in the park today for all local pets, and the trio of Miss Blatz the rat, Sadie Lynn the black Scottish terrier, and Blatz’s ward, a young fellow rat named Sam, were, of course, in attendance.