The phone rang. A feathered wing fumbled to pick up the phone.

“Bock?” Camilla said into the receiver.

“Camilla! Honey! It’s been so long. I miss your sweet cluck,” the other party said in a gravelly voice.

Camilla’s eyes narrowed, “Bock Bock Ba Bock BOOOOCK !”

“I know, my sweet. It was wrong. You don’t realize how hard it is to tell chickens apart. I thought it was you. Honest!”

“Bock Ba Bock?” Camilla clucked inquisitively.

“A lot of people are asking me to call in a favor. As you may already know, The Bear is causing a big stink. What he did to The Frog cannot be overlooked. The Feds are releasing him into the wild tomorrow. We need to make it look like an accident. It can’t trace back to any of us, do you understand?”

“Bock!”

“Thanks baby. I owe you one…..I love you!”

CLICK .

Camilla hung up the phone and and opened the drawer in her nightstand. She took out her pistol, silencer, and box of ammunition. She always secretly wanted to shoot The Bear. Now she had a reason.