FrenchFry
Chirping
Gerald watch the chaos going on inside the store. He stood still until he realized Pablo was catching up. He turned back, ready to burst through the street like a dog off a leash. He saw a big white truck coming towards the store, reading "animal control"~Pablo leaped free of the cart that was headed for certain destruction as it careened toward the cake display. Wincing on how all that perfectly-good, spilled cake would be inevitably cleaned up and trashed, Pablo sped after Gerald, beans raining down from his bandanna and seemingly everywhere- leaving Pablo in ecstatic glory. He made one last detour to pick up the morning paper, which the bean juice promptly soddened, and skidded out the malevolent glass doors after Gerald.~