Da Mall

You reach the mall, feeling great! You even got the chance to frighten some shoppers in the parking lot and make them drop their little packages all over the blacktop. With a satisfied howl, you barge into the J. C. Penney's store and -

"Hold it right there, bucko!" This command comes, not from a federal agent, but a middle-aged saleslady in a sensibly tan business suit and heels. Almost instantly, you are cowed by her presence and you don't know why.

"We can't have you going around the store all open for everyone to see, can we?" she says, referring to your somewhat less-than-clothed state. She leads you straight to the men's section. You follow, tail drooping to the floor and head bowed in shame.

A couple of hours later, she has you suited up in the largest clothes in the store; she was even nice enough to coordinate the outfit to match your mottled gray fur. A few other outfits fill the two or three bags you're now carrying (can't have just one, y'know). She reaches up and pats you on the cheek with a sweet smile. "I'll charge this all to my account, honey. You just make sure to do a kindness to someone else, now, okay?"

You are absolutely dumbfounded. You practically broke into the store and she repays you like that? With a bewildered look on your face, you wander over to the ....

Written by Luprand

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