How to Make Friends and Influence Weasels

In the South Village,

on a domestic beef,

staring into the the eyes

of the aggressor

as she speaks,

I feel a series

of short, sharp pricks

racing up my right leg,

starting at my calf

and ending at my knee.

I glance down

to spot her pet ferret

trying to make

friends with me.

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