The Cost Of Illicit Activity In Central Park By: DankeDonuts https://dankedonuts.sofurry.com/ “Uh, hello? 911? This Mastiff just tried to mug me, and … Oh! Central Park… Ummmummmummm… Park Drive, between the ‘Res’ and the Museum... The Art Museum… No, No, I’m alright. I’m fine. But he isn’t doing very well. He might have a concussion? I don’t know how to tell… Well, he’s not unconscious, exactly. But he hasn’t said anything, either. His head hit the water fountain pretty hard. One of the stone ones… No, he’s just lying here moaning and holding his chest. I’m pretty sure I broke some of his ribs... Almost definitely. I’m sure I heard something crack, yeah... Do you want to hear?” “Hrrruuunnggg… Grrrnnn… Nhhayyyyaaaaak…” “Hmm. There’s some blood at the corner of his mouth now… Am I gonna be in trouble with the cops? I was only defending myself… Cool. Will I get in trouble if I take a selfie? There are other Furs here taking photos so I… Ah, yeah. I won’t then… The fountain looks OK, so the city shouldn’t have anything to gripe about… Yeah, he’s lying on his back already. Landed that way… No, I don’t think he’ll be moving. The first thing I did was dislocate one of his knees… Now that I’m getting a closer look, his left wrist is swelling up, maybe. Could have been the fall. I had him by the back when I threw him over the bench. … Yeah, I can stick around to make a statement. I’ll be the Squirrel in the jogging shorts… Alright. Bye. Thanksforyourhelp!”