Mr. Tawky Tawny's golden eyes narrowed to dangerous slits as a rumble, while a biting reply poised itself upon the tip of his sandpapery tongue. But all that came out was, "Racist."

With that he cast the mugger back to the grimy floor, then crossed his arms over bis broad chest, and that hideous polka-dot tie. "Fine. Summon this ambulance of yours. But be it upon you if this man goes free and brings harm to another." Behind him his tail lashed like a striped bullwhip, scarcely able to contain the rage he felt boiling in his heart.