The anvil was, in Stephanie’s words: Cute as fuck. The latest prank in a lifetime of them, this one referencing her love of the Coyote and the Roadrunner.
But it was a real anvil, in their front yard, waiting for them when they got home from vacation.
Roy didn’t find it cute at all.
“The lawn right there is gonna be ruined.”
Roy spat thick phlegm on the driveway.
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