“Moppidy, moppidy,
mop mop mop.”
Ray Sanders sang to
himself as he dragged the subject of his song back and forth across
the floor of his diner. His staff were tiding up the kitchen and
tables, prepping the food, and he always figured the best way to keep
his diner looking good was to lend a hand.
Ray's Diner had been
one of the most popular restaurants in the neighborhood for awhile,
but today was testing Ray's ability to remain calm under stress. Mr.
Ferriday, a writer for one of the major

*thud*
*thud*
*thud*
The vixen stood outside a house's front door, checking the address against the scrap of napkin in her paw.
*thud*
*thud*
She lowered her other paw from knocking and tapped her hindpaw impatiently. Her gut still gurgled as it processed her former employer into nothing more than fox fat.
The door opened at last, and Mr. Ferriday smiled down at the vixen. He stepped to the side and gestured for Raclette to enter his home with a broad sweep of his forepaw. His belly sagge