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Stacy remembered that all driver's licenses had the address of the
licensee printed on them. She pulled her's out again [11315]. To her
shock she realized that her license wasn't for driving, it was a.... Green
Card (only this one was chartreuse). There was the photograph, showing
her full body, wearing a tan skirt and a blue blouse. There was her date
of birth, height, weight, fur color, and the fact that she was a
hemophiliac. And there was her address! The only problem was that she
didn't recognize the name of the street: Falco Lane.
Stacy began walking away from the ferry, away from Customs Station #12, away from the well-manicured subway intersect remodeled by the Nature Company. She walked towards the nearest street corner in search of the signs. She walked and walked and read and read: Angus Alley, Beetle Blvd, Dugong Lane, Sturgeon Street, Albatross Way... Finally she grew too tired and sat upon a bench by a park, yet another one donated by PRETA [11315]. She began to cry. "Why hello there, little girl," came a voice to her left. "Don't cry, what could possibly be the matter? Grandmother sick? Little piggy gone to market? Lost your sheep?" Stacy looked up and found herself staring into the eyes of an enormous wolf! His snout was extended, his ears had hair that puffed out from the sides, his eyes were like little satellites, he was some six and a half feet tall, and he wore a tuxedo!
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