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Neighborhood Relations
© 2025 by Walter Reimer
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“Hey, Jack!” The gopher looked up as his neighbor, an otter named Paul, hailed him from the sidewalk on the other side of his picket fence. “Good morning!”
“Good morning,” Jack replied, laying his shovel aside and brushing soil off his paws before walking over to the otter. The two shook paws and Jack asked, “How are you and Dora doing?”
“Not bad, not bad,” Paul said with a smile. “You and Phyllis?”
“Just fine.”
“What’re you doing?” Paul asked, glancing at the array of materials on Jack’s front yard. There was a shovel, a hatchet, and a two-by-four piece of wood maybe six feet long. The hole he’d dug was about a foot from his fence.
“Just digging.”
“Dora and I saw the police over here last night.”
Jack waved for Paul to come onto his property. “Yeah. Had a burglary last night.”
The otter’s eyes widened. “No kidding? What happened?”
“Guy came through one of the back windows,” Jack said as he positioned the 2x4 into the hole before backfilling it with the shovel. “Could you hold the wood steady? Thanks,” the gopher said as the otter complied. He tamped the soil down to hold the wood firmly in place and waved Paul back before taking up the hatchet. He started trimming the 2x4 down to a rough point. “I caught him before he could get anything.”
“Good for you!” Paul said.
“Thanks,” Jack said, setting the hatchet down and studying his work with a critical eye. “The cops appreciated it.”
“No doubt. So they took him away?”
Jack turned away from Paul and walked up to the open garage. The gopher pulled on a pair of disposable gloves and lugged a bucket over to the upright 2x4. He reached in, and Paul recoiled, retching as the gopher pulled a mink’s severed head, dripping blood and fluids, out of the bucket.
“They took most of him away,” Jack said, jamming the head onto the point of the 2x4 and making sure that it faced the road.
“What,” and Paul paused to fight to keep his breakfast down, “what the hell?”
“They agreed I should send a message to any other thieves in the area,” Jack said, starting to gather up his tools.
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© 2025 by Walter Reimer
Thumbnail art by
tegerioPrompt: post
“Hey, Jack!” The gopher looked up as his neighbor, an otter named Paul, hailed him from the sidewalk on the other side of his picket fence. “Good morning!”
“Good morning,” Jack replied, laying his shovel aside and brushing soil off his paws before walking over to the otter. The two shook paws and Jack asked, “How are you and Dora doing?”
“Not bad, not bad,” Paul said with a smile. “You and Phyllis?”
“Just fine.”
“What’re you doing?” Paul asked, glancing at the array of materials on Jack’s front yard. There was a shovel, a hatchet, and a two-by-four piece of wood maybe six feet long. The hole he’d dug was about a foot from his fence.
“Just digging.”
“Dora and I saw the police over here last night.”
Jack waved for Paul to come onto his property. “Yeah. Had a burglary last night.”
The otter’s eyes widened. “No kidding? What happened?”
“Guy came through one of the back windows,” Jack said as he positioned the 2x4 into the hole before backfilling it with the shovel. “Could you hold the wood steady? Thanks,” the gopher said as the otter complied. He tamped the soil down to hold the wood firmly in place and waved Paul back before taking up the hatchet. He started trimming the 2x4 down to a rough point. “I caught him before he could get anything.”
“Good for you!” Paul said.
“Thanks,” Jack said, setting the hatchet down and studying his work with a critical eye. “The cops appreciated it.”
“No doubt. So they took him away?”
Jack turned away from Paul and walked up to the open garage. The gopher pulled on a pair of disposable gloves and lugged a bucket over to the upright 2x4. He reached in, and Paul recoiled, retching as the gopher pulled a mink’s severed head, dripping blood and fluids, out of the bucket.
“They took most of him away,” Jack said, jamming the head onto the point of the 2x4 and making sure that it faced the road.
“What,” and Paul paused to fight to keep his breakfast down, “what the hell?”
“They agreed I should send a message to any other thieves in the area,” Jack said, starting to gather up his tools.
end
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Rodent (Other)
Size 78 x 120px
File Size 51.3 kB
Listed in Folders
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