“Hey, major cat-astrophe went down! Truffles got feline-napped by grumpy Choco castle cats. Don’t fret, team Augh-dog-nauts (Me, Frisky, Bruno) got a rescue plan slicker than my fur after a bath. Wish us luck. We got this! -Whiskers, AKA Mission Fetchmaster General”

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It was Friday, the dawn tipped the edge of the Pawsburg sky, when we received the message. A rumbling cloud, the usual jolly courier of Pawsburg (our very own pigeon Palmer) flew down with a note clasped in his beak. Fat drops of rain were copying him, slipping off his broad, damp wings.

“I don’t like his flight today,” Frisky noted, the Corgi’s valiant eyebrows furrowed more than they usually did.

I did not think much of it until he handed me the moistened paper. Bruno, loyal St. Bernard, gave a low growl. The morning sun was hiding, and with it, our dear friend Truffles was missing from Pawsburg. I could hear my heartbeat, louder than the incessant tapping of the rain.

“Truffles, our feline comrade, got herself into a feline fracas with those no-good cats from Choco Chihuahua Castle and she’s their captive now. You guys have to save her!” The message was from Jester, my sincere alley cat inside source.

“My stomach is in knots,” I confessed aloud. Bruno nodded solemnly, and Frisky’s stubby tail went still. Losing Truffles was like losing my own squeaky duck toy. I needed a good action plan and a pumpkin donut.

We started planning our rescue mission at Bow Wow Bistro, where the smell of fresh biscuits lifted a bit of this morning’s gloom. Bruno sniffed out the blueprints of Choco Chihuahua Castle, spreading them on the table.

“We infiltrate during the dinner hour,” Bruno declared, his eyes set on the blueprint. “The castle guard dogs will be at Fishy Bites, their favorite grub place.”

Frisky, our agile team member, would use his short stature to sneak through the tinier entrances of the castle. Bruno, as our hefty distraction, would keep the chihuahuas at Fishy Bites by staging a food fight. And I, Whiskers, the Golden Retriever with tantalizing tales, would charm anyone that Frisky and Bruno couldn’t sneak past or distract.

“So, we just stroll into the castle while it’s vulnerable? Sounds like my nap strolls in Lower Silver Siberian Summit,” said Frisky. We all knew this was a big task, but even big tasks seemed smaller when we were together. I wagged my tail, forgetting the earlier intimidating fright.

As the town slept, we prepared our gear from the Woof and Whisker Wellness Center. It was going to be an arduous journey, and some canine relief patches would come in handy. We fueled up on Frosty Fudgesicles from Pupsicle Palace.

We were ready. We were brave. We were the pet rescue team, about to brave the night to save our dear friend Truffles. After all, what obstacle could stand in our way when Whiskers, Frisky, and Bruno worked together? Pawsburg united, could never be defeated! “Let the mission begin,” I exclaimed, our purpose flickering in my eyes, mirroring the latent dawn yet to rise.

The End.