To the Crushed Weasel

The two kept walking, checking if anyone was causing trouble. But once they had the sight of the Crushed Weasel. April had a thought.

“Say uh sheriff?” The Vixen asked.

“Hm? What is it April?” The weasel/skunk questioned back.

“Sooo. We see the Crushed Weasel right?”

“Yessss? Why are you bringing this up?”

“Well uhhhh. Since no one seems to recognize you. Maybe you could waltz in there?” This suggestion took Texas by surprise indeed.

“Wha-? April you’re not serious right? Why would Ah’-.” Before she could speak. Texas thought about that for a bit. “Hmmmm. Actually, that may not be a bad idea. Maybe they won’t recognize me?”

“Sooo will you Texas?” The deputy asked.

“Well. Oh ok fine. Just for a bit I guess.”

So one. The two headed off to the Crushed Weasel. Hopefully they don’t bump into someone they would rather not meet.