12-SNAIL PUDDING

SNAIL PUDDING Trap had been yakking it up with CLAWS, the cat guarding us. That is how he found out why the pirate cats did not eat fish. It seemed that the Black Bandit was allergic! In fact, the very sight of fish was enough to give him a terrible itch. So they ate only snails! "Yes, it's an awful shame," Claws sighed. "All those yummy fishies swimming right below us in the ocean. Even they know the Black Bandit will not let us touch them. They call us 'fraidy cats. The other day two kid tunas even tried sunbathing on

our deck. They looked so tasty. Of course, he made us throw them back. 'If I cannot eat fish, then NO ONE else can!' the Bandit told us." Claws groaned. "So it's snails, snails, and more snails!" The morning we were to be cooked finally came. Claws arrived, jingling his keys. "Hey, there, my little rodents!" he called. "The chef will soon be here to take charge of you. While you wait, how about A LITTLE SNACK? Just think of it as your final fattening. Eat, drink, and be tasty!" He collapsed in a fit of giggles. "OK, get ready," my cousin whispered to us. Then he strolled over to Claws. "You know, Claws, I would just love a slice of snail tart," he began. "And could you put some snail pudding on the side? You do have snail pudding, don't you?"

CLAWS grinned. "Of course we do, dear friend!" he meowed. "And I'll bring you a delicious side of snail slime that will make your fur curl!" He skipped off to the kitchen, twirling his tail behind him. As soon as he left, Thea grabbed the blankets and tied them together to make a rope. I ran to the window and pulled out the

bar we had filed. Then I lowered myself out the window. The others followed. We lined up alongside the silver tower, holding on for dear life. I couldn't stop myself from peeking at the ground. The sdrop made my head spin. The cannons below looked like toy weapons, and the cats looked like furry little ants.

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We waited for just a few minutes, but it felt like forever. I checked to see if my fur had turned gray. Suddenly, a NASTY SMELL drifted out the window. It was the hot snail pudding. After another minute, we heard a furious meowing. "Well, lock me up in a room filled with bloodhounds and throw away the key!" shrieked Claws. "Those squeaky, rotten mice tricked me!" "Rats!" yelled Twitch, the night watchcat, running toward the window. "Someone will lose his tail because of this!" hissed Pounce, the head jailer.