I rounded the corner. The slippery ice trying to pull me down. I steadied myself and started to jog. The creature had gone this way, I was sure of it. I passed the new Art and Craft building and heard a slight rustle. The heavy door was slightly ajar. I pulled the door open wider and strolled in. I drew my black pistol and pointed it at a slim outline.
“Don’t shoot, please” a high pitched voice begged.
“What are you doing”? I asked.
“Which way to the shops?” It panted.
Suddenly it pounced at me and knocked me to the ground and bared its fangs. The fangs were dripping with drool.