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Setting off in the direction of the tall trees we walked with a sense of urgency to reach Little Village before lunchtime. The sooner we could warn the smaller, small and teeny-tiny anipals about the new neighbors the better.

While walking a dark thought clouded my brave pathway. The H-word sent me spinning into a quivering furry ball of worry. After all hawks are related to the dinosaurs. Imagine arguing with anyone from that family tree! Changing gears from negative to positive thinking, I shooed away any bad thoughts leaving room for loads of courage.

Poor Mr T. The further we walked the more his cone bugged him. He was itching to scratch. Wearing it was distracting his outer vision. He could only see directly in front of him, hampering his ability to spot any high-flying danger. Mr T had to put a plan in place to overcome his problem. ‘Look Minnie Moo you’ve probably guessed, this cone is super annoying but I have to wear it. I’m really worried by my limited head movement. I can only look forward, not left, right or up or down. I need you to be my spare pair of eyes. Is that ok with you?’

What was he asking me to do? What’s all this about me being his spare pair of eyes? Did this mean I had to check my pockets for another pair of eyes? If this was the case we were in double trouble. No pockets and I never carry around a spare pair of eyes. Thinking aloud, ‘Oh no! I don’t have a spare pair of eyes. What do I do?’ Mr T Meeoowwed-Out-Loud so hard he almost fell over! ‘You’re funny! Did you think I meant you had to give me an actual pair of eyes? Where on earth were you going to shop to find them? Eyes R Us?’

I knew Mr T was taking the Mickey out of me, Minnie Moo. Still I didn’t have a clue what was going on. I tried again. ‘Ok, the cat’s out of the bag, I don’t have a spare pair of eyes on me and even I know there’s no such store called Eyes R Us! Please, help me out a little. I just don’t get it.’

‘Hey, don’t worry, I was laughing with you. Geez it is so good to laugh. I’ve been so serious thinking about how uncomfortable my cone is. The horrid hawk situation doesn’t help either. Anyway what I meant was……….’ As Mr T explained I thought now is the time for me to learn the art of thinking outside of the box and not take everything word for word. Finally I understood he meant he needed my eyes to cover all the other directions. Left, right, up, down and, update him of any sticky situations. Mr T stressed it was now my job to scan the sky for any large birds flying our way.

Beaming with pride at having been given such an important task I felt like I'd just earned my stripes. Continuing on I noticed a real sense of purpose. No longer just Minnie Moo. I was now Minnie Moo the seeing-eye cat on a very important mission.