Fluffypants

“Hi”

"Tumbleweed! I’m so glad you came on over to see me!"

“You seem familiar with me, yet I’m not the same with you.”

“I’m Fluffypants! I know you cause everyone has heard of the famous Tumbleweed looking for his lost pal!”

“I’m sure you just made that up.”

“Maybe, but that’s not important. I’ve got a way of solving this.”

“About Biscuit?”

“Sorta, take a seat for a moment. I’ve got something for you.”

I object, there’s nothing of importance here, yet her glare. Judgemental? Concerned? Everything about her tone and her looks, it keeps me from moving. I take a seat down on a splinter filled stool.