Cleo put her shirt back on and pulled up her shorts, nearly running to her door with her bushy skunk tail bobbing behind her. She threw the door open and stormed down the hall toward the man's apartment. She gave a stiff bang on the door and yelled for him to come out.
But there was no answer.
Cleo turned the door knob and the door swung open. The apartment was empty save for misplaced broom and a few empty cardboard boxes. She just stared into the room. All hope of getting rid of her new tail was quickly evaporating.
"Phew, what is that smell? I thought the perfume guy left already ... oh, wow ... nice skunk costume you got there. Little early for Halloween, don't ya think?" one of her neighbors said as they walked by and laughed. "Close that door. It stinks like perfume in there."
Cleo couldn't smell anything. And she knew that it wasn't the room that smelled like perfume...
It was her...
It was coming from her...
And there was no way for her to stop it...