Banjo licked the scrape he’d gotten from his tussle with the coyotes. “They backed down quicker than I thought they would,” Tuff said. He, too, licked a minor scrape on his paw. “Yeah, that’s because they knew exactly how long to be here, scrap with us, and leave,” Banjo said. “I think we need to forget about them and find Rascal.” “Never fear, Pudge is here,” she said upon entering the barn. “I happen to know another CIA (Cat Intelligence Agency) member who has shared some great intel.” “Oh pray-tell,” Tuff said sarcastically. “Well, aren’t we feeling a little more...
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