Wolves will be wolves.

Fred returns in a jiffy, smiling. "You seem to be coming around, at last," he says.

Though not exactly sure what he means, you smile. Before sitting back down, you give yourself a good shake, to loosen up any kinks. You feel better as a result of this.

Fred leans against your chair, unable to balance on his hind legs alone. "What would you like to do now? We could sit and talk, or grab a bite to eat. On the other hand, we could go for a jog around the block. We even could pick up some chicks along the way."

You exchange devilish grins with Fred. You have not been on a date in ages, and while uneager to initiate anything serious, you certainly would like to window-shop for a girlfriend. "I like that last option," you say, somewhat redundantly. "Do I need to trim my whiskers before we go out?"

Fred does not hesitate to answer. "Nah, you look great," he says. "You should follow my example and let your whiskers grow more often."

You laugh and rise from your chair. "Last one to the door's a rotten egg!" you shout, and the two of you race off into the night.

Written by Joey Liverwurst

On the road

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