There were two types of men at Basil’s pub, those that knew how much they could drink and those who did not care. Those that did not care often came earlier in the day. Finley was sitting between two such men, or so he figured.

"Finley, Finley!" called the bartender from behind him, wiping clean his counter-tops and wringing dry his assortment of towels.

"Uh, yes?" he tried to speak around the paw he was rubbing into his itching eye.

"C’mere, c’mere," and Finely did, "you’. . .

There were two types of men at Basil’s pub, those that knew how much they could drink and those who did not care. Those that did not care often came earlier in the day. Finley was sitting between two such men, or so he figured.

"Finley, Finley!" called the bartender from behind him, wiping clean his counter-tops and wringing dry his assortment of towels.

"Uh, yes?" he tried to speak around the paw he was rubbing into his itching eye.

"C’mere, c’mere," and Finely did, "you’. . .