A gift for my friend Baxter. Baxter is a friendly sort, it's just that small fuzzy things tend to look an awful lot like food to him. And he's big enough that his meals tend to be quick. So quick, the aforementioned small fuzzy thing may not even notice what happened, especially if they were distracted by a text conversation when it happened.
Now Bax, his stomach full, casually strolls home, dinner taken care of. Anyone who walks by probably won't even realize anything is amiss: they'll just see a big, happy newfie out for a walk.
