What do you like about it?
The food, like I said. Got sleek, living here, not starving. Got some padding on my bones now. Look in a mirror-that's one of the interesting things about this place, mirrors-look in a mirror, can't see my ribs no more. And it's warm in here, even when I can see snow through them windows. Look out and laugh, ha ha! Stupid snow, can't get me! Sometimes, it gets maybe even a bit too warm. That's something, ain't it? You live through the prairie winters round here, you get to appreciate being too warm.
So you'd say you're comfortable here.
What exactly you implying, buster? You saying I'm soft? Let me tell you something, nobody messes with me. Nobody! They all know what they'll get, messing with me. See these teeth, buck-o? See these claws? That's what they'll get. Stupid bear, too. Thought he was so big. Messed with me, got what was coming to him. You think about that real good before you start telling folks I've gone soft. "Comfortable." Ha!
Anyone "messed with you" recently, since you've been here?
Not much they ain't. I got a reputation, me, nobody comes round here looking for trouble. Old lady's got a reputation, too....
This has been an excerpt from the Friday Fictionette for September 4, 2015. Patrons can download the full-length fictionette (883 words) from Patreon in PDF or MP3 format depending on their pledge tier.
Cover art incorporates public domain images as follows: Photo of hotel interior by GregoryButler at Pixabay.com, and "Coyote in Grand Teton" from the U.S. National Park Service.