The cop took out his gun and fired a shot towards the ground. I don’t know why, but my first thought was, “That’s not usually how you fire a flare gun.” Why did I think that? Then I saw her.
The Grumpy Old Man and The Cook would no longer tolerate the growing rat population. I hoped that if there was any carnage, it would be while I was out of town.
All it took was a simple conversation to figure out who the phroggers were in the Moretti Rock Fortress. Gus and Ollie would have preferred paws-on approaches.
