@mavica I knew the dame was trouble the minute she came through my door. She had snakes for hair, skin the color of the lime on the rim of my secretary's glass, and a tail that went all the way down to the floor and then some.

"You're syrup, right?" she asked, the "s" coming out as a hiss.

"mavica maple, the one and only." I set the chip I'd been chewing on down on my desk and swung my paws to the floor. "Who's askin'?"