.........silently marched down the rainforest street frontleft, backright, frontright, backleft, listening to the whip birds. Suddenly there was a THUD! THUD! THUD! as a Cassowary belted the crap out of old grandpa Schultz at No 5. Ernie, a Bone identity came round the corner in his Land Cruiser. The SCATS as they were known flew up trees, down sewers, under hedges, and perched in Fan Palms (licuala ramsay).
The cassowary, who knew Ernie had been palm snitching because the tail of the cruiser was dragging on the ground raced down the street. Bad move, accompanied by hisses and growls twelve clawed furballs dropped on him. Within two minutes he was plucked.
The SCATS gave each other high fives or high fours depending whether the next cat was in front or behind, and they continued down the street frontleft, backright, frontright, backleft, spitting at the whip birds.
As they marched around the corner into Alligator Street, slightly wheezing after the climb ...................