Woodchuck watched Wallaby exit the dime store; he was neither the brightest nor the best looking, but he had a nice smile. And a fat wallet she could appreciate. “Why my dear, dear, dear Mr. Wallaby, what an absolute pleasure to see you again so soon.”
Woodchuck danced lightly between the lines dodging and side-stepping everything thrown at him oblivious to the rage poured against him and the admiration he earned at the same time.
Woodchuck asked Wallaby, “Mind if I put my paw in your pocket?”