“Why don’t you bring that right over here” Gulliver said as he patted the bulge of pillow beside him.
The delivery fur just stared slack jawed at the pile of cowfox before him. The steam from the donut boxes wafted past his snout and huffed away with his breath, the only evidence he hadn’t just had a stroke from the sight of the fat hybrid.
“C’mere lil coyote, I’d like my pastries now”
“Oh s-sorry sir”
The thin coyote nearly stumbled as he brought the first stack over. Gulliver just smiled and offered the coyote a wad of money. The canine rubbed his head a moment.
“This is too much!”
“No, I want every in your vehicle. If mine was the last delivery, I want you do go back, refill your car, and come back”