Before walking in, I hesitated for
just a second, because that fucking dog
was still snarling and growling at me. 
     It was tied to a big, heavy-ass   
fucking chair, but I wasn’t too sure   
about that, because as soon as I walked
in, it jumped up and tried to get at me
again, and it actually moved a little. 
     I hesitated again, but finally sat
down and looked at the DA.             
     He wasn’t gonna be any help, be-  
cause he was beyond pissed. He was en- 
raged, “You’re going to prison, you    
mother-fucking sonova-FUCKING-bitch!”  
he said, snarling just like that dog,  
and spit was flying everywhere too.    
     That’s not totally true, but you  
get the idea.                          
     He then forcefully calmed himself 
down, and said in a much calmer growl, 
* “but, I promised Detective Johnson here  
two minutes, and then he’s gonna let   
the dog go.”                           
     “I hope you have on some thick un-
derwear,” he added, and then smiled,   
and it wasn’t a friendly one either.   
     “Actually, I hope you don’t.”     
     What the fuck, I thought, but     
before I could object, Johnson was     
already talking.                       
     He explained quickly, very quick- 
ly, how he got involved, and how he’s  
been keeping an eye on me ever since.  
     When he got to our farm, and the  
Halloween patrol every year, the prose-
cutor settled back in his chair and    
relaxed a little.                      
     “Not to mention the six bunnies he
saved, and that’s why the accident     
happened.”                             



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