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Victor doesn’t think much of the package he has in his hands.
It’s bigger than what he usually takes on, but it’s nothing he can’t handle. It’s not like he hasn’t ever dealt with such packages. He’s curious, but he knows that even if he asks, he’s not going to get an answer.
So he decides to shove his suspicions aside and continues trekking forward, Wick barking vigorously at his feet.
“Shhh,” the blonde whispers, trying to calm the overexcited dog when Wick bounds forward, leaving the postman in the dust.
“Wick!” Victor yells, shoving the package into his bag. He runs after the speedy dog, almost tripping over a branch. When he finally catches up, he sees Wick squeeze through the gated fence with ease and watches her jump on two giggling kids.
“He doesn’t bite,” Victor all but screams out, wheezing. “I’m so sorry about her, she just gets really excited near new people!”
The young girl stares up at him, a teddy bear clutched in her hands as they both stop, whispering to one another furiously before coming to an agreement.
The other kid walks up to him, sticking out his hand confidently through the bars of the fence. “Sell me your dog,” he says, dropping an axe through the fence. Victor almost screams as he moves back to escape the sharp object. “I’ll compensate you with my most prized possession.”
The little girl walks over, trying to shove her bear through as well. “You can have this if Robbie’s axe isn’t enough…”
“I…I can’t sell you Wick,” Victor whispers through tears, holding onto the bars tightly. “ Wick, come back. Your food is calling you.”
Wick ignores her owner, running in circles as she chases her tail. “Wick,” Victor all but sobs out, returning the axe back to the little kid. “Come home…don’t abandon me.”
“I’ll give you all of the rocks I have on me for her,” Robbie says, shoving a fistful of pebbles through the gate.
“You can have this flower too,” the blonde girl says, a daisy in her hands.
“Memory! What if he’s allergic like your dad is?”
“My dad isn’t allergic,” Memory pouts, dropping the flower on the floor. “He just doesn’t like going outside.”
Robbie stares at the blonde girl with pity. “Memory…your dad is a liar. It’ll be ok. I promise.”
He turns towards Victor, looking as serious as he can with his costume on and holding a comically large axe. “Mister, if you sell us the dog, you’ll cheer Memory up and make her less depressed about finding out that her dad is a liar. I promise.”
“Stop it!”
“What are you doing?” a voice asks from behind the two kids. Victor gulps when he sees the figure come closer. “And…who is this?”
Victor smiles awkwardly, picking up the package and holding it out. “Delivery?”