Chapter Twelve

We were hiding in the Chico.  A great big wide-spreading Chico.  Being as still as a cat can be still.

WHEN SUDDENLY!  Into the Chico came a porcupine!

“PAUL!!!”  Hobbie hissed. “What are you doing here?”

“Saving you,” Paul replied casually.

“How, I asked?” very puzzled I might add.

“Just you watch, House Cat!  I have the magic weapons of all time.” Paul snickered.

As we were talking to Paul, two of the coyotes came sniffing around our Chico.

I FROZE!

Hobbie walked over and hunkered down by me.

Paul just looked at us.  Picked up his porcupine feet and walked right toward the two sniffing noses.

Turning around— BAM!

I heard the coyotes jump backward.  Screaming in pain.  The third coyote ran over to the two.

“What happened?” He growled.  Then he stuck his nose right where the other two had had theirs!

BAM!!! YIP!! SCREAM!  OW!!!! That coyote yelled.  “PORCUPINE!!!!  RUN!!!!

With that, all three coyotes ran off, faces and noses FULL of quills.

“You are our hero!”  Hobbs said.  High-fiving Paul each with a front foot.

“You sure are,” I added. “You sure are.”

“Okay, you cats, follow me to the end of the cement ditch, at which point one (or many) of the raccoons will lead you onward.

Once they get you to the equipment area, we are all pretty sure you can find your way home.  After all, that is the beginning of the FARM YARD!

We all smiled big at each other and took off toward the end of the cement ditch.