The car ride to the robber’s hideout was not very far away from the fair. The FBI agent lead Carle to a barn and showed Carle inside. “Two-shakes!” called out Carle, “It’s me Carle! Are you hear Two-shakes?” Just as Carle finished calling out a very old sheep walked up to Carle and rubbed his head against Carle’s knee. “Hello old friend!” Carle said as he bent down and patted Two-shakes on the head, “Let’s go home.”
When Two-shakes and Carle arrived at Farmer Deere’s farm the farmer came up to meet them. “Hello Sir!” said Carle, “I believe this one is yours.” He handed the leash that Two-shakes was on to Farmer John. “Thank you! Where did you find him?” he said happily. “Well it’s a long story,” sighed Carle. Carle patted Two-shakes on the head and said, “Goodnight Two-shakes”. Carle walked away into the night.
As Carle made his way down the road the fair once again appeared to Carle. “Woah!” cried Carle in surprise, “I wish you would give me a little warning before you did that!” “Sorry” said the fairy in a tinkling voice. “Do you still want to be a cowboy Carle? It would mean that you wouldn’t be able to visit Two-shakes again?” She asked him with concern. “Well…It was fun,” Carle replied. “However, I think I enjoy being a cat.” As soon as he had finished his sentence the fairy waved her wand and Carle was back in his cat form. “Thank…” he started to say but the fairy had disappeared into the night sky. Carle sighed a happy sigh and found his way back to his trash can. “I will surprise Two-shakes tomorrow morning,” he thought as he drifted off into a deep sleep.
The End.
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