A Bad Day

"COOPER! COOPER! YOUR'E GONNA GET IT!" screamed a loud hoarse voice into the expanse of the navy-blue night.

"Not likely!" returned a macho sarcastic voice.

"Oooo!"

A door to the office of Inspector C.M. Fox slammed open.

"Hello!" suprisedly said a small male squirrel as he looked up from his Apple Laptop Computer.

"Heya, Troji." said a vixen, who revealed herself to be Carmelita Montoya Fox.

"Hey. Do not call me by that name." The voice of this Troji had a slight Oriental influence. By this we could tell he was Japanese.

Carmelita groaned at the piles of paperwork on her desk. She swore. They seemed to multiply before her eyes. "Aeiggh." She groaned.

"Carmelita, dear," Troji soothingly stated, "Go home. Get some sleep. Leave this to me."

"No. This is my stuff…" 'But it would be nice to get some rest,' she thought.

Troji smiled, a big smile, sorta like when you tease a puppy with a dog biscuit.

"All right you win! I'll go home," she said. The vixen reached, opened the drawer, and pulled out the keys to her Dodge Crossfire.

As she stepped out into the parking lot, Carmelita thought about what had happened on this night.

'Okay, first I stepped into the building, then apparently ubknowest to me, Cooper was hanging on the spiraling staircase to my … ah, yes, it was left. As I sped up the staircase, he caught sight of my, well deirrere. He conducted a flip across the round complex, and when I wasn't looking, he poked me on my rear-end! The nerve of that tease! With his cane, too! Yeow! Well, in a split second he slid down the railing and was out the door. I glanced out the open window and screamed "COOPER! COOPER! YOUR'E GONNA GET IT!" Then, well that was it.'

She stepped into her red Crossfire, started ignition and hit the gas.

Within 5 minutes, she was at her Parisian apartment. She unlocked the door and climbed the stairs to her bedroom. She threw on some pajamas and jumped into bed. She couldn't get any sleep.

"Maybe some fresh air," and she was across the room and out on the balcony. She sat down on a lounge chair. She reclined to far backward, and tipped off the balcony.

"AEIGGH!" Her scream echoed across Paris.

For all she new, she was on a date with the River Seine.