"Yes, Pop, the package arrived... Uh, huh, yes, I opened it. A green stone bottle of musky cologne....Oh, it's not cologne? Uh, no I won't use any of it. Pops, the taxidermy business isn't exactly a booming industry, except during hunting season. I'm sure I can manage the shoppe for a few days....Okay, two days, you just make yourself confortable and enjoy unplanned vacation. You can't fly in a blizzard. Yes, Mrs. Finch picked up her stuffed cat, though from what she said, I kind of think that it was her neighbor's cat. She looked it in it's green glass eyes and said, "You look like the cat that swallowed the canary, only this Finch got you back in spades." Doesn't that so weird? No. I didn't say anything to Mrs. Finch. Got you, she's one of your best customers. Pops, they also delivered a couple live animals, I didn't think you worked on...Right, you know what your doing. I'll feed and water them. Oh, yeah, right. Don't worry, I've got everything under control." Jeff hung up, and sighed in relief. His pops just thought he was incompetent. He looked at the fancy green stone bottle and smiled thinking, This cologne, scent, or whatever it is will be perfect for my date tonight. He imagined the two sitting naked on the tigerskin rug in front of a roaring fire. He got hard just thinking about it.
He went to tend to the animals. Shaking his head, he hoped his pop didn't intend to start stuffing live game. Though trading in live exotic animals might make a complementary sideline. When exotics pets die, their owners frequently had them stuffed.