wait a minute...

Crouching in the momentary protection of the bushes, you pause to try to figure out what in the world to do. Peeking out, you take stock of the situation. You're a weasel. There's a wolf out there. His name is Fred. You were helping him to get into his house. Suddenly, your mind becomes clear again.
"Fred?"
"What?" says the wolf, grouchily, as he paws his nose.
"Um... sorry I scratched you. I just sort of... you know... turned into a weasel there for a minute."
"I noticed."
Cautiously, you creep out of the bushes. It still doesn't quite feel safe, but you're confident that Fred will not eat you. ...will he?
"So now what do we do?" says Fred, sitting down and staring at the door to ponder the question.
"Go find an all-night cafeteria?"
"What good would that do?"
"I don't know. I'm just hungry. What do you think we should do?"
Fred looks at you for a moment and says...

Written by Oren the Otter

"Maybe there's an open window..."
"Get your mind off your stomach, will ya?"
"Can you turn the key?"
"Try the cat flap"
"I have a relative who lives near here."

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