eeeee! the one in the middle is neopolitan. Sort of.

Peanut wearily brought up the rear. Her brown coat was still sticky and matted from the dangerous tumble down the sewer drain she had taken back in Florida. She couldn't wait to have a moment to groom herself, toke a little dried alfalfa, and put on some Mingus.

Big, bumbling Jenkins was leading, as usual. Though his exhausted companions didn't know it, he was already planning the troupe's next adventure. Maybe scavenging popcorn crumbs from the rodent gutter ghettos of the State Fair, or a trip to the Big Apple? This time they'll avoid highways and farm yards for sure, though. Jenkins would be very happy if he never saw another cow again, no sir.

Sleek, pretty Neopolitan was in the middle. She rather wished Jenkins had had the common courtesy of grooming his smelly fur after the patty-packed mishap in the cow pasture, but she wouldn't trouble about it now. They were going home.

They're off to save the world, of course.

Juliet Banana! Thanks. Great beginning/end of a story. Now, I have something to think about when I'm trying to go to sleep - way better than worrying about stuff!

Guinea pig is one of the first words my littlest students mistranslated. In Polish it's "świnka morska" - "sea piggy."

Furry little tubes of meat—on legs!
Furry little tubes of meat!

OK, I just grossed myself out.

Heeeee! Loves it.

:) JulietBanana !

I have a pretty strong feeling that those fellas are taxidermied.

NOOOOOOOOOO