No one else seemed to notice that Mr. Feinricks, the new Director of Accounts, was a snake. Patrick could see the arms of the suit, hanging limply. His thick, scaled body was squeezed into one pant leg, with a pair of shoes tied to his tail-tip like decorations on a honeymooner’s car.
He explained the whole thing to Karhou as they shared a beer after work. “I can’t work like this,” Patrick moaned.
“He gets things done,” said Karhou. “Nobody wants to rock the boat.”
It didn’t become unbearable until the next day, when Mr. Feinricks introduced the new webmaster…