Mama Monkey must’ve heard me calling and asked me what I was doing. I told her that I was calling Fuzztastic. She chuckled and asked me if he ever came when I called him like that and I promised her that he did. I tried to teach her how to call him, but she couldn’t get it right. I don’t understand adults sometimes. They’re supposed to be better at everything than us kids, but she wasn’t better at calling Fuzztastic.
At first I thought she was joking around or teasing me, but when I realized she really couldn’t call him well, I had to have a good laugh. I told Mama Monkey not to worry and that I would call Fuzztastic. I started calling him again and then heard a pathetic cry coming from my room!
I rushed inside and called again. He answered with a pitiful meow. That’s when I noticed that his claws were stuck in my hammock. Silly Fuzztastic. I called Mama Monkey. She decided it was time to trim Fuzztastic’s nails and so she cut the nails that were stuck in my hammock and then picked him up and cut the rest. I think Fuzztastic was glad that we were able to rescue him. And it was all thanks to my Fuzztastic calling abilities. If I didn’t have them, he would’ve been stuck until I went to bed!