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>…
>…
>You sipped noisily.
>…
>Could kill a deer.
>It made sense the more you thought about it.
>It’d be easy.
>They come out at dusk and dawn, they’d be resting now.
>Figure out what they smelled like, find one resting… You ran quietly…
>And…
>Oh jeez, the blood would be a nightmare to get out of your fur.
>Eugh.
>And you couldn’t store it all in your little freezer.
>No, that would disrespect the animal.
>Do you even have to tools to properly gut it?
>You’d leave a blood trail right to your home.
>No, no, no... Bad idea. Be reasonable.
>…
>A roadside stand!
>You had cash still, you’d just have to find one of those.
>You’ve driven by some on the county roads nearby.
>Grab a few dozen eggs and veggies, leave the cash and you’re good to go!
>You smiled at the simple genius of it.
>It wasn’t meat, but it would do for now.
>Maybe you could head to a river for fish?
>Yeah, you could do that…
>Stand in the river, strike fast, get something tasty.
>Where was your phone?
>You instinctively reached a paw to the pocket it was usually in.
>Might take you a while to unlearn that behavior, you thought.
>You could even call the farmer, make sure they had what you needed before running out on your errands.
>They couldn’t tell what was up with you by your voice.
>Carefully, you poked your phone with your oversized fingers.
>You’ve been ignoring this.
>That was a lot of email, texts, and a couple voicemails.
>Well, text to speech should work fine.
>Some of these messages were friends and family. They deserved a reply.
>There were others you relished not responding to.
>That was a powerful feeling.
>But first, a farm with one of those roadside stands…
>Three times you had to backspace, fat-fingering the wrong numbers.
>Four…
>No.
>Six dozen eggs oughta do it.
>…
>…
>You sipped noisily.
>…
>Could kill a deer.
>It made sense the more you thought about it.
>It’d be easy.
>They come out at dusk and dawn, they’d be resting now.
>Figure out what they smelled like, find one resting… You ran quietly…
>And…
>Oh jeez, the blood would be a nightmare to get out of your fur.
>Eugh.
>And you couldn’t store it all in your little freezer.
>No, that would disrespect the animal.
>Do you even have to tools to properly gut it?
>You’d leave a blood trail right to your home.
>No, no, no... Bad idea. Be reasonable.
>…
>A roadside stand!
>You had cash still, you’d just have to find one of those.
>You’ve driven by some on the county roads nearby.
>Grab a few dozen eggs and veggies, leave the cash and you’re good to go!
>You smiled at the simple genius of it.
>It wasn’t meat, but it would do for now.
>Maybe you could head to a river for fish?
>Yeah, you could do that…
>Stand in the river, strike fast, get something tasty.
>Where was your phone?
>You instinctively reached a paw to the pocket it was usually in.
>Might take you a while to unlearn that behavior, you thought.
>You could even call the farmer, make sure they had what you needed before running out on your errands.
>They couldn’t tell what was up with you by your voice.
>Carefully, you poked your phone with your oversized fingers.
>You’ve been ignoring this.
>That was a lot of email, texts, and a couple voicemails.
>Well, text to speech should work fine.
>Some of these messages were friends and family. They deserved a reply.
>There were others you relished not responding to.
>That was a powerful feeling.
>But first, a farm with one of those roadside stands…
>Three times you had to backspace, fat-fingering the wrong numbers.
>Four…
>No.
>Six dozen eggs oughta do it.
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