Sally

A couple of days ago, a traveling circus visited your city. A colorful tent stood in the middle of a once-empty lot, and posters for upcoming performances were scattered throughout the streets. Today, your route home led right through this vacant lot. As you approached it, the circus big top looming in your field of view, you smelled the scent of cotton candy and popcorn in the air. You had no time for such temptations, so you hurried on. Just as you were about to cross the wasteland, you felt something hit you on the back of the head. You turned around abruptly. You looked at the ground. A ball. Small, no bigger than a tennis ball. Suddenly, you heard hysterical laughter and mocking words coming from somewhere near the tent: "Come on! Run, run after the ball, doggie! Hurry, or it'll roll away!" Something large and shaggy was rapidly approaching you. You were dumbfounded. When you came to your senses, standing next to you was… a guy with what looked like wolf ears, wagging his tail, a guilty expression on his face. "Oh, oh! I'm so sorry! It's all the clown. We were playing." The guy shook his head slightly, as if sniffing, then said, "You smell delicious. Very, very delicious."