That’s when the flyers started appearing.
Arthur laughed. Willow Creek was the kind of suburb where the biggest crime was someone letting their hedge grow six inches over the property line. But the flyers multiplied. Within a week, every bench, every trash can, every oak tree wore one like a dirty bandage. the park maniac
The man unzipped the bag. Waffles tumbled out, tail wagging, completely unharmed. He bounded to Arthur, licking his face, wriggling with joy. That’s when the flyers started appearing