Texas Makes It To Abra's Wagon

(Originally by Cheese111)

The further she got, the fewer people she encountered. It began to look like Texas might actually make it. There was just one last precarious stretch remaining. A mad dash to Abra's wagon. There'd be no hiding places along the way. If the weasel got spotted now she would almost certainly be caught. Far behind her she could hear the mayor barking orders. Vivian was out for blood, and at her size the sheriff wouldn't last long in the lynx' hands. With a few short breaths she amps herself up and after one last thorough look around for any people the weasel ran.

Every step brought her closer to salvation, but it also brought her further out in the open. Texas ran faster than she'd ever done before. Not even Roxxie Roo barreling down on her inspired such action in her legs. Fatigue from the long journey to Abra's wagon was setting in, but there was no time to be tired. Every creak and whisper had the sheriff look behind her, fearing someone would see her and cut her journey short so close to the finish line. Be it through luck, determination or a mystical helping hand from that witchdoctor the sheriff finally reaches the wagon. Just getting inside would take some effort, but first she dove behind the little set of steps leading up to the entrance. Breathing heavily, the weasel took a minute to catch her breath.

After checking the coast was clear Texas started the next leg of her journey, getting up those steps. Each of them was at least as tall as the sheriff. She had to jump up and grab the large wooden ledge, then hoist herself up. It was slow and exhausting, but doable. As the weasel finally crawled up onto the wagon she prepared herself for her next encounter with Abra. The petite cheetah would be enormous from down where the sheriff was. To top it all off, they didn't exactly part on the friendliest terms last time. Getting back to her normal size would be a challenge. She shuffled past the heavy azure cloth that made up the door and walked in. The first thing she noticed is that the cozy surroundings were now massive, bigger than any house she'd been in. Walls covered in strange trinkets and a heavy scent of incense. It hardly looked like the same wagon in which she spoke to Abra. The sheriff looked around to find the witchdoctor, preparing herself to deal with an almost insufferable amount of smugness.