Foster care

"In order to fix my vehicle," the otter begins.

"What?" you ask, hanging on its every word.

"Oh, fiddlesticks!" the otter yells. "I read the schedule wrong. I have no business with you today. You are supposed to take in a starving child. My mistake!"

You try to detain the otter and get more information, but it disappears in a flash of light. Stymied, you dust yourself off and walk home. Just as you reach the flagstone walk to your front door, however, you notice a child ambling down the road, alone and clearly malnourished. Without a second thought, you cross the road and beckon to him.

"Hello," the little boy says as he approaches. "Do you know where I could find something to eat?"

You freeze. Above the waist, the little boy appears normal, but his lower torso is anything but human. A tail pokes out of his khaki shorts, and his legs terminate in large paws, each of them clawed and fearsome. You feel a certain obligation to help him, though, and he seems tame enough. What do you say next?

Written by Joey Liverwurst (edited by phaedrus)

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