Molly and Peaches had just met the night before, but already they greeted each other like old friends, with a nose touch.
"How was your first day at P.S. Forty-two?" asked Peaches.
"Terrific!" exclaimed Molly. "I really love it here. But sleeping was a bit drafty inside the wall. When I woke up, my nose was cold."
"Well, that's just -- "
Suddenly Peaches turned the pink of her long ears toward the classroom windows. "Hear that?"
Molly quieted her mind and listened.
"All I hear is a paper bag blowing across the playground," said Molly. "And..." Molly's eyes grew wide and alert. "...cat's...