That Blind-Fighting proficiency point sure comes in handy...

Blinking furiously to clear your eyes, you throw a roundhouse punch at the 'policeman'. Pain blossoms on your knuckles as they slam into something fleshy, and you hear a thud. You feel Fred nosing you.

"Are you okay?" you ask, groping at his head. "Did the policeman fall? I can't see..."

"Yeah, just a collar," Fred says, "bend down for a moment, willya?"

Confused, you comply. You feel a tongue wipe across your eyes.

"Gack!" you yell. "What..."

Fred yelps, and as you blink you see (you can see!) his lupine rear rushing back towards his house. Startled, you follow, in time to see him desperately lapping up the last puddles of ice cream and yogurt on his front step.

"What are you..." you ask.

"Gah!" he replies. "That was the hottest pepper I've ever tasted since that one batch of curry!" He stoops over and licks at the last lump of Cherry Garcia, still blinking tears out of his eyes. "Can you see now?"

"Uh, yeah," you reply. "That was some quick thinking."

"No problem," Fred says. He pants for a moment, then continues, "Who were those people?"

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