{"sf1_id":1522170,"sf2_id":"rn9AdPyn","title":"A Paying Gig (Otherwise Untitled)","author":"Moriar","words":128,"posted_at":"2019-12-12T23:25:00.000Z","tags":["Fennec","Microfiction","Wolf","hunger","potatoes"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1522170-a-paying-gig-otherwise-untitled","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rn9AdPyn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/b4/bf/b4bf5a24-ccf9-4f21-8908-a0e0f6d071c9","description":"#168 of Short Stories\n\nA wolf listens to a job offer from a fennec, over potatoes.","content":"~\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The wolf gazed down at the table laid out between himself and the fennec. A bowl of what looked to be baked potatoes to one side, a jar of apple butter to spread on them in the other. Several shakers of seasoning, flavors he'd want to try even without the pangs in his belly.  \n~\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Glancing up to the fennec, \"..and this job you say. No one needs to die?\"  \n~\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The fennec slid a plate towards the wolf, a fork resting across the empty of it.  \n~\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"None that'll know you're the who what done it.\", adding a knife to rest alongside.  \n~\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; After a moment that felt all the longer for his hunger, the wolf nodded meekly as he took up the fork and knife.  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Short Stories","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1522165-antlers-collide-otherwise-untitled.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1522173-patient-soup-otherwise-untitled.json"}}