But Meek didn't run ... instead he sprang straight into the Prowler's path, arm upraised.
"Stop!" he yelled.
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The Prowler skidded to a stop, his metal hooves leaving scratches on the solid rock.
For a moment the three of them stood stock still, Stiffy's jaw hanging in astonishment.
Meek reached out a hand and patted the Prowler's massive shoulder.
"Good boy," he said. "Good boy."
"Come away from there!" Stiffy yelled in sudden terror. "Just one good gulp and that guy would have you."
"Ah, shucks," said Meek, "he won't hurt anybody. He's only hungry, that's all."