Episode Twelve:
The Whirlpool
The little fish Abigail had mentioned, Nemo, had been scooped from the ocean and put in fish tank. He had a lot of other fish to keep him company, but he really wanted to get back to the ocean, where he’d come from, so he could be reunited with his dad. When he and the other fish started scheming up ideas of how to get Nemo back to the ocean, my ears perked up. Maybe someone would say something that would give us an idea for how we could get Lily to the ocean.
The fish in the movie decided that getting their tank dirty might help, because then someone would have to remove them from the tank to clean it. It took a while for them to succeed, but they finally got it to look really green and disgusting.
“Ew, I would definitely not want to live in something that looked like that,” Lily commented. “I hope their plan works!”
It didn’t - not exactly. The tank was cleaned without the fish having to be taken out. But then Nemo was taken out of the tank and put in a tiny little bag all by himself. I started to get a little worried. The bag had water in it, so he could breathe, but it looked much too small for him to swim in.
It looked like Nemo wasn’t going to get his exciting escape to the ocean after all. I flicked my tail back and forth in annoyance. What was the point of watching this movie if Nemo was just going to end up worse off than he started?
Then, suddenly, through a quick sequence of events, Nemo started being carried in his bag toward a small bathroom, and his friends were cheering. “He’s gonna get flushed down the toilet! He’s gonna get out of here!”
I looked at Boots, puzzled, and then looked back at the TV.
In the time I had looked away, a bird had come into the room and everything was chaotic! It looked like Nemo had been set back down on a table in his bag.
I gripped the couch gently with my claws, tense, wondering what was going to happen.
A little while later, Nemo’s bag POPPED and I closed my eyes, scared to see what would happen next. Then I opened them just in time to Nemo landing in a sink that had water swirling around in it after another fish helped him. He got sucked down the drain…
In the next scene, he ended up in the ocean.
Just like that.
Had it really been that simple all along?
Boots and I looked at each other with excited expressions on our faces. Now we knew exactly how to get Lily to the ocean!
“It’s so easy!” Boots laughed.
“I know!” I said. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of that before!”
“It was literally right there the entire time!” Boots added.
“Um,” said Lily. “I’ve been in a sink before. It wasn’t like the one in the movie at all. The drain was much too tiny for me to fit down.”
“Yeah, but didn’t you hear what the other fish were saying?” I asked. “The original plan was to send him down the toilet! And a toilet will be just like all the spinning water in the sink in the movie!”
“And you’ve seen a toilet before?” Lily asked. “You know where one is?”
Boots and I exchanged surprised glances this time, and I realized that Lily had never seen a bathroom. Only kitchens and living rooms.
“Of course,” I said. “Every house has at least one. Our house has two.”
“Mine has three,” Boots boasted.
Lily looked skeptical. “Why would a house built for humans and cats come automatically installed with two or three portals designed for sending fish to the ocean?”
This time Boots and I were both silent for a moment, each wanting the other to be the one to answer. I finally decided that the task should fall to me. As Lily’s best friend and protector, it was my job to teach her about everything - even the unpleasant things.
“Uh, toilets aren’t really made to be portals to the ocean,” I told her. “That’s just, um, a, like a…”
“Side effect,” Boots supplied.
“Yeah!” I agreed. “That’s just a side effect. A toilet’s actual purpose is to be the place where people, you know… like when I use my litter box?” I had explained litter boxes to Lily a long time ago, back when I’d been teaching her everything I knew.
“Ew!” Lily shrieked. “You want me to go in there?”
“Most of the time it’s clean,” I said. “That’s what flushing is for.”
“Hmm,” said Lily, seeming to reconsider. “Like how the tank in the movie was really dirty, but then it got clean again. And you know how to make this 'flushing' happen?”
“Oh yeah, I’ve seen people do it loads of times. It’s really easy!” I assured her.
“I’ve done it before,” said Boots, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “One time when my parents weren’t home, I was bored and decided to flush something down just so I could watch it spin around and around. It was fun. My parents still don’t know what happened to that set of earbuds,” she added thoughtfully. “The wires were fun to bat around, but it was still more fun to watch it in the toilet!”
“Hmm,” said Lily. “I guess as long as you guys can get me there in a quick enough time that I won’t run out of breath… I think I want to try it. I’ll go, explore the ocean for a while, maybe talk to some other fish, and then I’ll swim back up and yell for you guys to come and get me and put me back in my bowl.”
Boots was nodding, but I suddenly felt a flash of uncertainty. I hadn’t really thought about Lily meeting other fish in the ocean. What if she discovered that she liked having fish friends and an endless expanse of water to explore? What if she never wanted to come back?
“Uh, guys?” I said. “Maybe we should just forget about this whole idea.”
“No, no, no!” said Lily. “The more I think about it, the more I like it! I’m so into this idea! I’ll get to have my own adventure!”
“But what about jellyfish? What about sharks?” I asked, listing dangers from the movie.
“You heard the sharks. ‘Fish are friends, not food.’ And now that I know what jellyfish look like, I’ll know how to avoid them.”
She had some good logic, and I wasn’t quite sure how to voice my real concerns, so I finally just said, “Okay.”
Lily did an excited flip in her bowl. “Right now?” she asked.
Boots glanced at the dark window. “How about tomorrow morning?” she suggested. “Since you’ll want to be able to see your way around when you reach the ocean.”
Lily agreed that was a good point. She settled down, and we all finished watching the movie together. It was quite a good movie; I could see why Abigail liked it. Then Mom came and put Lily’s fishbowl back on the counter, and took Abigail away to bed.
Usually, when we were at home, I slept with Abigail, or sometimes Mom and Dad. Tonight, however, I decided to stay out in the kitchen and living room area, to be close to Lily. Boots chose to stay out there with us too, and the three of us chatted until we got too tired and drifted off to sleep.
I woke up to the early morning sun rays trickling in through the window. I was slightly chillier than usual - the surface beneath me was hard and cold, not soft and cozy like I was used to. I opened my eyes to discover that I was still lying on the counter at Boots’s house, next to Lily’s fishbowl, which had a glimmer of light shining directly onto it like a spotlight. I could hear birds calling to one another outside. It was still early enough that none of my family had woken up yet. I stood up and stretched, reaching my paws out in front of me while raising my tail as high as it could go into the air.
Boots stirred from her position on one of the kitchen chairs, and a moment later she was yawning and stretching too. Then Lily was awake, and swimming in excited circles, faster than I’d ever seen her move. “I can’t believe I finally get to go on a big adventure!” she exclaimed. “Can we do it now? Please? I can’t wait to try out that ocean!”
“Lily,” I said, crouching next to her bowl and bringing my face as close to the glass as I could. “Are you sure you want to do this? What if it’s different than we think it’s going to be? What if the toilets in this house actually don’t lead to the ocean at all?”
“It will still be an amazing adventure,” Lily replied confidently. “Whatever happens, I’ll have an incredible story to tell you when I get back.”
“As long as you do come back,” I mumbled.
Lily swam up to me and pressed her nose up against the glass. “Tiger, of course I’ll come back. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had. I want to have cool adventures and explore new places, but home will always be wherever you are.”
My eyes closed and I felt a sense of peace wash over me. Just like Abigail always came back after going off to school or friends’ houses, Lily would come back too. We were family.
I looked at Boots. “Can you go open the lid of the toilet? Then I can bring Lily over and drop her right in.”
Boots trotted away to go follow my instructions.
A moment later, when Boots called that the toilet was all set, I found myself staring down into the water of the fishbowl, trying to figure out how in the world I was supposed to pick up Lily. Should I use my paw? Should I just dunk my entire face and try to grab her with my mouth?
Lily swam up toward the surface, and I tried a couple times to reach down with my mouth and grab her, but I flinched away every time my nose touched the water. Next, I tried reaching in with my paw, but Lily was too slippery, and I didn’t want to hurt her by using my claws.
“What’s taking you so long?” Boots complained, coming out of the bathroom and jumping up onto the counter with me.
“I can’t get her.” I showed Boots how little luck I was having.
Boots eyed the fishbowl. “What if we knocked it over?” she asked. “The water would all come out, but then you could just scoop up Lily and bring her immediately to the toilet. Then by the time she comes back from being in the ocean, someone will have noticed it’s been knocked over, and they’ll fill it up again.”
“Hmm, I don’t know,” I said. It sounded like it could be dangerous for Lily.
Lily, however, was all for it. “Yes, that’s a great idea! Just make sure you grab me as soon as possible, okay Tiger?”
I gulped. “Are you sure? What if you come out so quickly that I don’t have time to grab you?”
“I can survive outside of the water for a couple minutes,” Lily explained. “You’ll have time.”
My whiskers twitched nervously. “I’m not so sure…”
“Come on, Tiger, please? I really want to see what the ocean is like.”
I looked at Lily’s pleading eyes and tried to imagine what it would be like to spend my entire life in one little bowl. “Okay,” I finally relented.
“All right,” said Boots, sounding excited. “Tiger, you go down and wait on the floor so you’ll be able to catch Lily when she comes out. I’ll take care of the knocking over part. I’m a pro at this.”
“You’ve knocked things over before?” Lily asked.
“Oh yeah,” Boots replied proudly. “It’s a lot of fun to hear what noises things make when they crash to the floor…. Tiger, just make sure you’re ready!”
“Wait,” I said. “We’re knocking the bowl to the floor? I thought we were just knocking it over here on the counter.” I looked at the linoleum floor on one side, and the carpet on the other. The carpet was at least soft, but it was still a large distance for a little fish to fall. “Lily could get hurt.”
“No, I’ll be fine, because I’ll still be surrounded by water upon impact,” Lily reasoned. “Just make sure the bowl lands on its side, so I can get out.”
“And I’ll push you toward the carpet side,” Boots added, positioning herself next to the bowl. “I’m about to start pushing, Lily, are you ready?”
“Yep,” said Lily.
I jumped down onto the carpet, then jumped up to the nearby chair so I could watch what Boots was doing. Boots tried nudging the bowl with her shoulder, but it only moved a few inches. Then she tried pushing it with her paw, which still didn’t work. “This much water is heavy,” she complained. “This is a lot harder than that vase I knocked over a few weeks ago.”
“If you can’t do it, we can try something else,” I suggested.
“No, I’ve got an idea,” said Boots. She jumped over to the other side of the counter, then ran at the fishbowl as fast as the cheetahs I’d seen on TV. She leaped toward it, her front paws colliding with it. The fishbowl careened off the counter and toward the carpeted floor.
CRASH! It landed on the floor and split into several pieces, all the water gushing out and spreading across the floor.
My eyes were only on the small orange figure in the midst of the water. I made a lunge for her, gently picking her up in my mouth, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of wetness on my paws. Then I bolted for the bathroom. Boots, who had fallen off the counter after pushing Lily’s bowl, appeared at my side and raced along next to me.
It took about two seconds to reach the toilet and drop Lily in.
“Are you okay?” I panted. “Can you breathe?”
“I’m fine!” Lily said cheerfully, swimming in a graceful circle in the toilet bowl. “Wow, that was super exciting. And now I get to go to the ocean!” She swam down toward the hole in the bottom of the toilet and peered inside. “It’s dark. I can’t see the ocean yet. But I guess the water pressure from the flush will help me get there.”
“Yeah,” I agreed.
Boots hopped up onto the back of the toilet and looked down. I put one of my front paws on the seat, and reached the other up to the flush handle. “Are you ready for your great adventure?”
“Definitely.”
I started to press down on the handle. It was more difficult than I expected. How did my family make it look so easy?
I heard footsteps and looked up. Abigail was here! Maybe she could help us! I meowed in welcome and looked down into the toilet, increasing the pressure I was putting on the handle. Extra water started to come into the toilet, and the water that was already in there began to move.
“Wheeeee!” sang Lily, spinning around and around and around.
“Silly Tiger, you’re flushing the toilet?” said Abigail, walking over to peer down into the bowl with me. “You need to - TIGER, NO!”
Boots and I both flinched at the sudden loudness of her voice. Abigail thrust her hand into the toilet, making a grab for Lily. But Lily swam out of the way, took one more spin around the bowl and then disappeared down the hole, yelling, “Wheeeeee!”
“MOM! DAD! HELP!” Abigail screamed, so loudly it made my ears hurt. “TIGER JUST FLUSHED LILY DOWN THE TOILET!!!”
“Yes, but don’t worry, she’ll be back,” I tried to reassure her. “She’s just going to go explore the ocean for a little while, and then she’ll swim right back into the toilet and we’ll take her out and put her back in her bowl.”
Then I remembered that the bowl had broken when it had fallen off the counter.
Abigail ran out of the bathroom, and a moment later, returned with Mom. “He flushed her!” Abigail sobbed, her face streaked with tears. “I tried to grab her but I couldn’t. She’s gone!”
The fish in the movie decided that getting their tank dirty might help, because then someone would have to remove them from the tank to clean it. It took a while for them to succeed, but they finally got it to look really green and disgusting.
“Ew, I would definitely not want to live in something that looked like that,” Lily commented. “I hope their plan works!”
It didn’t - not exactly. The tank was cleaned without the fish having to be taken out. But then Nemo was taken out of the tank and put in a tiny little bag all by himself. I started to get a little worried. The bag had water in it, so he could breathe, but it looked much too small for him to swim in.
It looked like Nemo wasn’t going to get his exciting escape to the ocean after all. I flicked my tail back and forth in annoyance. What was the point of watching this movie if Nemo was just going to end up worse off than he started?
Then, suddenly, through a quick sequence of events, Nemo started being carried in his bag toward a small bathroom, and his friends were cheering. “He’s gonna get flushed down the toilet! He’s gonna get out of here!”
I looked at Boots, puzzled, and then looked back at the TV.
In the time I had looked away, a bird had come into the room and everything was chaotic! It looked like Nemo had been set back down on a table in his bag.
I gripped the couch gently with my claws, tense, wondering what was going to happen.
A little while later, Nemo’s bag POPPED and I closed my eyes, scared to see what would happen next. Then I opened them just in time to Nemo landing in a sink that had water swirling around in it after another fish helped him. He got sucked down the drain…
In the next scene, he ended up in the ocean.
Just like that.
Had it really been that simple all along?
Boots and I looked at each other with excited expressions on our faces. Now we knew exactly how to get Lily to the ocean!
“It’s so easy!” Boots laughed.
“I know!” I said. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of that before!”
“It was literally right there the entire time!” Boots added.
“Um,” said Lily. “I’ve been in a sink before. It wasn’t like the one in the movie at all. The drain was much too tiny for me to fit down.”
“Yeah, but didn’t you hear what the other fish were saying?” I asked. “The original plan was to send him down the toilet! And a toilet will be just like all the spinning water in the sink in the movie!”
“And you’ve seen a toilet before?” Lily asked. “You know where one is?”
Boots and I exchanged surprised glances this time, and I realized that Lily had never seen a bathroom. Only kitchens and living rooms.
“Of course,” I said. “Every house has at least one. Our house has two.”
“Mine has three,” Boots boasted.
Lily looked skeptical. “Why would a house built for humans and cats come automatically installed with two or three portals designed for sending fish to the ocean?”
This time Boots and I were both silent for a moment, each wanting the other to be the one to answer. I finally decided that the task should fall to me. As Lily’s best friend and protector, it was my job to teach her about everything - even the unpleasant things.
“Uh, toilets aren’t really made to be portals to the ocean,” I told her. “That’s just, um, a, like a…”
“Side effect,” Boots supplied.
“Yeah!” I agreed. “That’s just a side effect. A toilet’s actual purpose is to be the place where people, you know… like when I use my litter box?” I had explained litter boxes to Lily a long time ago, back when I’d been teaching her everything I knew.
“Ew!” Lily shrieked. “You want me to go in there?”
“Most of the time it’s clean,” I said. “That’s what flushing is for.”
“Hmm,” said Lily, seeming to reconsider. “Like how the tank in the movie was really dirty, but then it got clean again. And you know how to make this 'flushing' happen?”
“Oh yeah, I’ve seen people do it loads of times. It’s really easy!” I assured her.
“I’ve done it before,” said Boots, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “One time when my parents weren’t home, I was bored and decided to flush something down just so I could watch it spin around and around. It was fun. My parents still don’t know what happened to that set of earbuds,” she added thoughtfully. “The wires were fun to bat around, but it was still more fun to watch it in the toilet!”
“Hmm,” said Lily. “I guess as long as you guys can get me there in a quick enough time that I won’t run out of breath… I think I want to try it. I’ll go, explore the ocean for a while, maybe talk to some other fish, and then I’ll swim back up and yell for you guys to come and get me and put me back in my bowl.”
Boots was nodding, but I suddenly felt a flash of uncertainty. I hadn’t really thought about Lily meeting other fish in the ocean. What if she discovered that she liked having fish friends and an endless expanse of water to explore? What if she never wanted to come back?
“Uh, guys?” I said. “Maybe we should just forget about this whole idea.”
“No, no, no!” said Lily. “The more I think about it, the more I like it! I’m so into this idea! I’ll get to have my own adventure!”
“But what about jellyfish? What about sharks?” I asked, listing dangers from the movie.
“You heard the sharks. ‘Fish are friends, not food.’ And now that I know what jellyfish look like, I’ll know how to avoid them.”
She had some good logic, and I wasn’t quite sure how to voice my real concerns, so I finally just said, “Okay.”
Lily did an excited flip in her bowl. “Right now?” she asked.
Boots glanced at the dark window. “How about tomorrow morning?” she suggested. “Since you’ll want to be able to see your way around when you reach the ocean.”
Lily agreed that was a good point. She settled down, and we all finished watching the movie together. It was quite a good movie; I could see why Abigail liked it. Then Mom came and put Lily’s fishbowl back on the counter, and took Abigail away to bed.
Usually, when we were at home, I slept with Abigail, or sometimes Mom and Dad. Tonight, however, I decided to stay out in the kitchen and living room area, to be close to Lily. Boots chose to stay out there with us too, and the three of us chatted until we got too tired and drifted off to sleep.
I woke up to the early morning sun rays trickling in through the window. I was slightly chillier than usual - the surface beneath me was hard and cold, not soft and cozy like I was used to. I opened my eyes to discover that I was still lying on the counter at Boots’s house, next to Lily’s fishbowl, which had a glimmer of light shining directly onto it like a spotlight. I could hear birds calling to one another outside. It was still early enough that none of my family had woken up yet. I stood up and stretched, reaching my paws out in front of me while raising my tail as high as it could go into the air.
Boots stirred from her position on one of the kitchen chairs, and a moment later she was yawning and stretching too. Then Lily was awake, and swimming in excited circles, faster than I’d ever seen her move. “I can’t believe I finally get to go on a big adventure!” she exclaimed. “Can we do it now? Please? I can’t wait to try out that ocean!”
“Lily,” I said, crouching next to her bowl and bringing my face as close to the glass as I could. “Are you sure you want to do this? What if it’s different than we think it’s going to be? What if the toilets in this house actually don’t lead to the ocean at all?”
“It will still be an amazing adventure,” Lily replied confidently. “Whatever happens, I’ll have an incredible story to tell you when I get back.”
“As long as you do come back,” I mumbled.
Lily swam up to me and pressed her nose up against the glass. “Tiger, of course I’ll come back. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had. I want to have cool adventures and explore new places, but home will always be wherever you are.”
My eyes closed and I felt a sense of peace wash over me. Just like Abigail always came back after going off to school or friends’ houses, Lily would come back too. We were family.
I looked at Boots. “Can you go open the lid of the toilet? Then I can bring Lily over and drop her right in.”
Boots trotted away to go follow my instructions.
A moment later, when Boots called that the toilet was all set, I found myself staring down into the water of the fishbowl, trying to figure out how in the world I was supposed to pick up Lily. Should I use my paw? Should I just dunk my entire face and try to grab her with my mouth?
Lily swam up toward the surface, and I tried a couple times to reach down with my mouth and grab her, but I flinched away every time my nose touched the water. Next, I tried reaching in with my paw, but Lily was too slippery, and I didn’t want to hurt her by using my claws.
“What’s taking you so long?” Boots complained, coming out of the bathroom and jumping up onto the counter with me.
“I can’t get her.” I showed Boots how little luck I was having.
Boots eyed the fishbowl. “What if we knocked it over?” she asked. “The water would all come out, but then you could just scoop up Lily and bring her immediately to the toilet. Then by the time she comes back from being in the ocean, someone will have noticed it’s been knocked over, and they’ll fill it up again.”
“Hmm, I don’t know,” I said. It sounded like it could be dangerous for Lily.
Lily, however, was all for it. “Yes, that’s a great idea! Just make sure you grab me as soon as possible, okay Tiger?”
I gulped. “Are you sure? What if you come out so quickly that I don’t have time to grab you?”
“I can survive outside of the water for a couple minutes,” Lily explained. “You’ll have time.”
My whiskers twitched nervously. “I’m not so sure…”
“Come on, Tiger, please? I really want to see what the ocean is like.”
I looked at Lily’s pleading eyes and tried to imagine what it would be like to spend my entire life in one little bowl. “Okay,” I finally relented.
“All right,” said Boots, sounding excited. “Tiger, you go down and wait on the floor so you’ll be able to catch Lily when she comes out. I’ll take care of the knocking over part. I’m a pro at this.”
“You’ve knocked things over before?” Lily asked.
“Oh yeah,” Boots replied proudly. “It’s a lot of fun to hear what noises things make when they crash to the floor…. Tiger, just make sure you’re ready!”
“Wait,” I said. “We’re knocking the bowl to the floor? I thought we were just knocking it over here on the counter.” I looked at the linoleum floor on one side, and the carpet on the other. The carpet was at least soft, but it was still a large distance for a little fish to fall. “Lily could get hurt.”
“No, I’ll be fine, because I’ll still be surrounded by water upon impact,” Lily reasoned. “Just make sure the bowl lands on its side, so I can get out.”
“And I’ll push you toward the carpet side,” Boots added, positioning herself next to the bowl. “I’m about to start pushing, Lily, are you ready?”
“Yep,” said Lily.
I jumped down onto the carpet, then jumped up to the nearby chair so I could watch what Boots was doing. Boots tried nudging the bowl with her shoulder, but it only moved a few inches. Then she tried pushing it with her paw, which still didn’t work. “This much water is heavy,” she complained. “This is a lot harder than that vase I knocked over a few weeks ago.”
“If you can’t do it, we can try something else,” I suggested.
“No, I’ve got an idea,” said Boots. She jumped over to the other side of the counter, then ran at the fishbowl as fast as the cheetahs I’d seen on TV. She leaped toward it, her front paws colliding with it. The fishbowl careened off the counter and toward the carpeted floor.
CRASH! It landed on the floor and split into several pieces, all the water gushing out and spreading across the floor.
My eyes were only on the small orange figure in the midst of the water. I made a lunge for her, gently picking her up in my mouth, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of wetness on my paws. Then I bolted for the bathroom. Boots, who had fallen off the counter after pushing Lily’s bowl, appeared at my side and raced along next to me.
It took about two seconds to reach the toilet and drop Lily in.
“Are you okay?” I panted. “Can you breathe?”
“I’m fine!” Lily said cheerfully, swimming in a graceful circle in the toilet bowl. “Wow, that was super exciting. And now I get to go to the ocean!” She swam down toward the hole in the bottom of the toilet and peered inside. “It’s dark. I can’t see the ocean yet. But I guess the water pressure from the flush will help me get there.”
“Yeah,” I agreed.
Boots hopped up onto the back of the toilet and looked down. I put one of my front paws on the seat, and reached the other up to the flush handle. “Are you ready for your great adventure?”
“Definitely.”
I started to press down on the handle. It was more difficult than I expected. How did my family make it look so easy?
I heard footsteps and looked up. Abigail was here! Maybe she could help us! I meowed in welcome and looked down into the toilet, increasing the pressure I was putting on the handle. Extra water started to come into the toilet, and the water that was already in there began to move.
“Wheeeee!” sang Lily, spinning around and around and around.
“Silly Tiger, you’re flushing the toilet?” said Abigail, walking over to peer down into the bowl with me. “You need to - TIGER, NO!”
Boots and I both flinched at the sudden loudness of her voice. Abigail thrust her hand into the toilet, making a grab for Lily. But Lily swam out of the way, took one more spin around the bowl and then disappeared down the hole, yelling, “Wheeeeee!”
“MOM! DAD! HELP!” Abigail screamed, so loudly it made my ears hurt. “TIGER JUST FLUSHED LILY DOWN THE TOILET!!!”
“Yes, but don’t worry, she’ll be back,” I tried to reassure her. “She’s just going to go explore the ocean for a little while, and then she’ll swim right back into the toilet and we’ll take her out and put her back in her bowl.”
Then I remembered that the bowl had broken when it had fallen off the counter.
Abigail ran out of the bathroom, and a moment later, returned with Mom. “He flushed her!” Abigail sobbed, her face streaked with tears. “I tried to grab her but I couldn’t. She’s gone!”
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END OF SEASON ONE
What kind of adventure does Lily end up having? What does Tiger do while she’s away? What will it take for them to finally be reunited? |
