The turd fell in the freshly mowed grass. It rolled for an inch before sticking to the green blades, turning them a premature brown. It clumped and stuck.
Felix looked down the rest of the hill.
“I thought it was supposed to keep going.”
Redge shrugged. “Guess it doesn’t always.”
“Does this mean we have to deal with our own crap and not just pass it on to our subordinates?”
“I don’t know. This can’t be a legal precedent.” Redge looked down at their car. “All the same, got a baggie? Or a dog scooper? I don’t want to tempt fate. Or justice.”