Sales in the Park (Otherwise Untitled)
#157 of Short Stories
A wolf has an offer to make.
~ The wolf's gaze was a sweep across the park, until he spotted his quarry. He slid up onto his feet to stride across the gravel path, ducking under a particularly low hanging branch.
~ Coming upon the skunk he'd seen from across the grass, the wolf smiled and explained, "You, Sir, look to be of fine tastes and in need of an exquisite watch.", pulling back a sleeve to show the wares upon his forearm to the skunk's tired regard.