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Even they need a general meeting I imagine.

General crowd noise

“Morning Sam”

“Morning Ralph”

“So how’s everything on your side of the floor”

“Good! Workplace injuries are down, speed is up, the ideas flying around seem good, and the new pups are really pulling their weight. And yours?”

“As always, just trying to keep ahead of you guys. So, is the ‘super genius’ still going to be giving the keynote?”

“I believe so. Probably his last time too. He is getting up there, and that last shot to the head messed him up a lot.”

“It’s to be expected; the guy is in his 60s remeber, and he still puts in time on the fields.”

Voice over the loud speaker: “Please take your seats.”

The audience splits in half, each species on its own side

“Welcome to the Acme theater; your master of ceremonies for this evening: Chuck Jones.”

“Good evening and welcome all. I hope you all enjoyed the gyros and lamb chops”

General laughter and a few wolf whistles

“Please welcome, your keynote speaker for the 57th Annual Wolf and Sheepdog Meeting Mr. Wile E. Coyote!”

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