they might get some protection on their side. Strength ruled in Ankle Snap Alley, and Kit and Eeni had more brains to offer than brawn.
Uncle Rik scurried into the back room, leaving Eeni and Kit to themselves again.
âSo . . .
that
was exciting,â said Eeni.
âThat was terrifying,â said Kit.
âThatâs life here in Ankle Snap.â Eeni shrugged. âItâs a wild place. You walk out the door, and you never know whatâll happen next.â
âI donât know if Iâll ever get used to it.â
âAn animal can get used to anything,â Eeni told him.âWeâre no house pets here. We adapt to the world; we donât expect the world to adapt to us.â
âI never thought about it like that before,â said Kit.
âSee? Already thinking in new ways.â Eeni smirked. âThis here alley is an education and a half!â
âI guess . . . but, donât you go to school too?â
Eeni shrugged. âMy schoolâs the mud and mystery of life beneath the Slivered Sky.â
âYou mean, you donât go to, like, regularâ?â
Eeni cut him off with a wave of her paw. âI donât want to talk about it,â she said.
âSorry.â Kit blushed.
âDonât worry about it,â Eeni told him. âBy the way . . . Iâm real sorry about your parents.â
âYeah.â Kit wiped his eye with his paw. âLike you said . . . we adapt. Itâs what wild animals do.â
Eeni nodded. âYouâre a quick learner, Kit.â
âI sort of have to be now that Iâm an orphan,â he told her. âBut I made my mother a promise, and if I can figure out whatâs so important about this clue, then Iâll be able toââ
Just then, a loud clatter interrupted him, followed by crashing noise. Heâd barely cocked his ears in the direction of the kitchen, when Uncle Rik came flying backward through the door and smashed into three heaping plates of piping-hot trash casserole. An instantlater, Otis came flying through the door and smashed into the pastry case, crushing all the liver cakes and marrow cookies into crumbs.
The customers gasped and cried out. Possum Ansel froze in place once more. Uncle Rik groaned on the ground, and Otis stood up from the wrecked case and flexed his fists. He charged back into the kitchen.
Faster than a hummingbirdâs wink, the badger came flying back out of the kitchen again just as Uncle Rik stood up again, and the big fellow landed flat on top of the dazed raccoon, smashing them both back down into the ruined pastry case. This time badger and raccoon were knocked out cold.
And then Kit heard the tinkling of a tiny bell.
Ding-ding-ding.
His blood froze in his veins. A large orange cat slipped into the dining room and licked the baking sugar from his front paw.
Sixclaw.
The cat glanced around the room and grinned. âBusiness is closed for the night,â the cat said. âEveryone out.â
The customers popped to their paws, feet, and claws and bolted through the front door. The possum played possum still; the badger and Uncle Rik lay side by side on the ground, and the cat fixed his yellow gaze on Kit and Eeni.
âYou, Kit, Iâd kindly ask to stick around,â the cat meowed, although his meow was about as cute and cuddly as a sack of rusted razor blades.
âYou . . . you . . . ,â Kit stammered.
âOh, Kit.â The cat chuckled. âItâs a pleasure to meet you again. Or, should I say,
eat
you again. This is a restaurant after all, and Iâd love some Kit casserole.â
Chapter Fourteen
THE PARISH SCRIBE
SIXCLAW smoothed his ears with his paw, flashing all six of his claws at the same time. Eeni glanced to the restaurant door, then back to the cat again, which seemed to amuse him.
âTry to run and Iâll be burping up your bones