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Post by Andy Davidson on Sept 25, 2011 20:26:03 GMT -5
It was Sunday afternoon and it was a beautiful day here in Cardiff. Andy was lucky he had foot patrol. He was happy he was walking around but nothing happens on Sundays in Cardiff. Oh look there was a man who was rude to an older lady.
“Look where you are going,” Andy told the young man with authority. It felt good to scare a kid by using his uniform. It was his problem. That was the high light of his shift. Minus the burnt tongue from drinking the hot coffee, least nobody spilled coffee on his jacket. That would be wrong because that means Andy would have to do the laundry. It will be more honor if he got blood on him and some thug threw a punch at him. Unlikely that will happen to him.
A scream, Andy quickly turned to the yelling. Now, that that broke the old ryhtme of foot patrol. He quickly move his way, pulling out his baton. The site was saw was a man ripping a bum up in the alley way.
“YOU STOP!” Andy said approaching the man. Andy eyes widen up at the site. “What the---“ the thing leaped at Andy and Andy found this sharp razor teeth where over him and he was trying to fight it off. It ripped his sleeve of his jacket. The Weevil was hungry and Andy was his lunch!
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