The Park, Wednesday Afternoon
When Max woke up on Wednesday afternoon in a Bears jersey, a furry winter hat and sunglasses with his hand wrist-deep in a jar of honey, it took him a moment for him to register that he was not in his house doing the hibernating thing he always did, but was, instead, on a park bench.
He groaned and did his best to extract his hand, then found that he couldn't without doing something about the honey affixing his hand to the inside of the jar. So he glanced around to make sure no one attractive was looking, then ducked his head and started to work on that.
He groaned and did his best to extract his hand, then found that he couldn't without doing something about the honey affixing his hand to the inside of the jar. So he glanced around to make sure no one attractive was looking, then ducked his head and started to work on that.