The Book of Guys
Page 26
by Garrison Keillor
“I mean pure,” the lawyer said.
Zeus signed. The lawyer tossed him a small, dry biscuit. Zeus wolfed it down and barked. In the back of his mind, he thought maybe he’d find a brilliant lawyer to argue that the paw print wasn’t a valid signature. He thought about a twenty-four-ounce T-bone steak, and he wasn’t sure he’d get that either.