Free To Move

Daniel opened the door. A polite knock was hard to hear over Halo but it was insistent. There was a dog-person there, on his porch.

"Hullo, Daniel. I am Edolin, this is my compatriot, Bastion. We are here for the wood, if you don't mind."

Dan had never dealt with the fuzzy folk before. He worked construction, kept to himself, and didn't hang with them. Or anyone who did hang with them. But the cash counted the same.

The CraigsList ad he put up was simple, and it didn't ask for money. He just wanted a half-ton of pine off his property, and he knew some idiot would take it for firewood. At best, a crafty-type might use it for some backyard project.

Free if you move it, that was the deal. Now he had $500 cash, and two dog-people on his property.

That was about as odd as Dan expected things to get. They weren't wearing shoes. Only shorts each, in fact, now that Dan noticed, watching as the pair picked through the mess of logs and branches.

Kind of cold for that kind of dress.

Then one, the larger one, plunked down and started eating the branches. Just.. chomping away. Swallowing.

A van appeared soon after, the felled trees packed neatly inside, quickly.

The first dog-fellah shook his hand before he left, so polite-like that Dan didn't have the chance to feel odd about it, actually touching hands.

Dan snapped out of it enough to ask something that had been bothering him. "How did you find my place? You never called about the ad."

"There are ways, sir," said the dog-fellah, "and one last thing."

"You should probably set your Facebook profile to private. Good day."

Dan looked down at the wad of cash, and back up at the van pulling gently away.

"I haven't checked my Facebook since college," Dan pondered, which he followed with a depressed, "Oh. College."