You say, “this may sound crazy, but… you said the last place you saw Jet was by the slowpoke. Well, what if the slowpoke ate him?”
Kat suddenly bursts out laughing but quickly covers her paw over her mouth; she calms down, but still giggling, “I don’t know about that one, Lulu. Slowpoke come to the watering hole all the time, and we’ve never had any problems.”
“They have psychic powers, right? Maybe they trick prey into their mouths. And maybe it’s been them all along.”
“I guess it’s possible. But that sounds like a stretch to me. If you want to go down that path, the slowpoke is probably still there. But I don't know how exactly you expect to find out; other than crawl down its throat."
You respond, "I might check it out… anyway, thanks for your time, but I have to go."
Time is not on your side so you have to leave. You sigh and look around; the sun is late in the sky, but there may still be time to ask around a bit more.