One of those days: Part 6One of Those Days Part 6 A Quick Fix!Merai watched curiously as the beaver went to work. He inflated the tire with the compressor and then carefully rotated it around. "And here's yer problem!" he said truimphantly. "Jes' a little hole makin a big problem! Well I got the fix right here!" The beaver rummaged in his toolbox and produced a few items. First was a "T" shaped rasp which he plunged repeatedly into the tire filing the hole a bit. "First we clean the injury! Next we get the red rubber boogers of tire repair!"Verne got a plastic package with what looked like several large, stringy, red worms. He pulled one out and threaded it halfway through what looked like a giant sewing needle, again attached to a large "T" handle. "A little lubrication to make things go in easier, and help seal the hole..."
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One of those days: Part 2One of Those DaysPart 2All around TownMerai visited the bank first. This should have been the easiest part of the day, but her tardiness placed her in the there around noon. Sparks, the Jack Russel Terrier she had worked with initially on the loan was at lunch, now she had to deal with an elderly tortoise, Enos Allen Futzenputter III, who lived up in all aspects to the stereotype. An eternity of patient waiting later, she had the cash in hand, but the cross-town bus that would have taken her to the notary to meet Tom and Ellie had just left. She called the notary on a pay phone, yes the two cats were there, and yes they would wait for her to arrive, but she still only had forty-five minutes before the office closed for the weekend.Merai's quills rose a bit in agitation. She checked the bus schedule, another bus would not be due for a half hour, city traffic and frequent stops would put her at the notary right at closing time.
One of those days: Long StoryMerai was a caramel furred porcupine. She stood 5'4" tall and weighed a little more than 100 pounds, honest! Well, one might perhaps wheedle the full truth out of her, but that would not be polite! A shock of chocolate brown hair shot through by several tan quills framed her face, her deep blue eyes, and subdued muzzle that tipped in a pink button nose. The porcupine had searched for an antique car for some time now, and finally her quest had ended! Not only was the vehicle in her price range, but it was a driver! Merai held a decent job, but she still did not make enough money to have a "museum piece" sitting around the house.She'd first seen the car, a sky blue metallic coupe with tons of chrome, awesome tail fins and huge whitewall tires one day as she explored a few back roads searching for a way to work that didn't involve twenty red lights. The vehicle belonged to a pair elderly cats, a tall, stately g