The Urban Jungle

“Boss, it’s Sam. I don’t think I’m going to make it back to the

“What do you mean not make it back? I sent you out to Office World for a new toner cartridge.”

“Yeah, and my car broke down.”

“Oh. Ok, well do you need me to call a tow truck for you?”

“I don’t think it will get here in time. You see I scratched my
arm and I think the scent of the blood is attracting wolves.”

“Wolves? What are you talking about? There isnĀ¹t even a forest around here for at least 100 miles, let alone wolves.”

“Yeah, I thought of that, but I heard them howling a few minutes ago and then just before I called they howled again from much closer.”

“You’ve got to be…wait, what color is your car?”


“I can see you from here, you’re only a block away!”

“Then you can also see the vultures circling over head.”

“Vultures!?! I see some sparrows, and maybe a duck or two.”

“Then you know it’s already too late for me. Sir, it’s been a privilege working for you.”


“Goodbye sir.”

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