Only someone so delightfully deviant could have picked such a hiding place. She stood with her arms crossed, head tilted as she examined the strange stuffed animal. It was a melange of a zebra, elephant, giraffe, and god knows what else. The laughter of the children wafted through the trees.
She knelt down on the grass where it gazed innocently up at her with glass eyes. She pulled the knife from her belt. Puffs of white cotton innards blew across the grass as she pocketed the vial. He promised it would work this time, and he’d better be right.
a particularly unusual Friday Fictioneers challenge
image by EL Appleby