5/20/2023 0 Comments Htf lifty and shifty![]() “Did you see that? The head moved! It fucking winked at us!”īut Lars wasn’t looking at him. Keith screamed and dropped the scepter, letting it fall to the ground. Then it locked in on Lars, finding him like a wolf peeking into the burrow of a rabbit. It craned its neck, making the whole rod shift. No, no.the freaking thing had winked! was still moving! There was no denying it – no illusions, no trick of the light. He pulled out the brim of the bag, trying to squeeze it in with everything else…Īnd that was when the raccoon head winked at him. He’d sell everything – even if Lars didn’t understand. Had someone placed it on the table? Had the woman in the jacket left it there? The whole thing was actually kind of creepy.even creepier since Keith didn’t even remember stealing it. The handle was chiseled like a spiral, rising up into this weird design: the grinning face of a raccoon. He made it seem like a complex effort.even if it was just a matter of throwing everything back into a bag. Keith started to gather up his merchandise. Let’s just go home and help Mom,” Keith said quickly. Lars was only nine.but he had a way of staring that made him seem older. His little brother was standing right behind her. When the woman moved, Keith sucked in a deep breath. She glanced from side-to-side, making sure nobody was watching. The woman stared at the bracelet, raising her eyebrows. “You can have this? Okay? Just don’t call the cops. All right?” He fished across the table and picking out a golden bracelet. I just…I didn’t want him to see what I have to do to get the money. “I’ve got to level with you,” Keith said softly. ![]() If Lars knew he was selling things, then it meant he’d seen him over here at the table… I…” He trailed off, because Lars wasn’t fine. He’d was losing the salesman charm, but it didn’t even matter now. So to be honest, I don’t see any reason why I shouldn’t call the police-” “Well, from the looks of it, you abandoned your little brother in the middle of New York.and now you’re trying to scam me. “I…I don’t understand,” Keith said shortly. Is that what you’re doing right now? Scamming people?” “I have reason to believe…that you left him in the street alone. He stared down at the table, fingering through his merchandise. He says he saw you here – selling things. “I found a little boy down the street who says he knows you. “Got gold – silver – you name it! What catches your eye?” “That I do, Ma’am!” Keith said, showing off the merchandise. Her jacket looked like it came from one of those big-time department stores and her hand was studded out with all these fancy rings. and after each “contributor”, Keith had just felt like just dumping it all off at a station somewhere and being off on his way – not with his profit, but at least with his dignity.īut with this woman, he was in the gold. It hadn’t been easy, since New Yorkers probably had the quickest reflexes on the planet. On the table sat about ten pounds of stolen jewelry, scavenged from various unsuspecting people around the park. He’d learned his smile from his Dad.well, at least before he'd walked out one night and never came back….Īnyway, he’d been prepping all day for his first customer. Keith glanced up with a salesman’s smile. “Are you selling jewelry here?” the woman asked. Enjoy! This one's a double transformation. There won't be any gore though, so if you're the squeamish type, feel free to read on. We're going from family-friendly entertainment to.well, Happy Tree Friends. Here's transformation number three! Bit of a change of pace this time. This is proving to be a pretty effective way of putting off other stuff I want to write.
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