Anita's walk had slowed from a storm to a stroll by the time she reached the park.
She had been pissed, all right. She had finally confronted the chief of police about not getting cases sent to her desk, and he brushed her off. Called her 'little lady'. He was lucky his balls weren't coming out of his mouth. She almost clocked him one when he turned, hitched his pants over his disgustingly large belly, and walked back into his office. She'd been stopped by his second in command, who whispered that he would take care of it and not to worry. Hence the slow-down to stroll and the lack of broken objects in her path.
Anita hadn't even stopped to think if anyone or anything else was around; it was daytime, and her usual "prey" was long asleep. But she felt it now. She wasn't alone.
Stepping silently through the trees, the sound of muttering grew louder and clearer until she came to a clearing surrounding a lake. In the lake was a large naked redhead trying to lure a fish out of the water, apparently with his penis since he had no discernible fishing rod or net or bait. Or clothes.
Anita couldn't stop the snarky comment that came out next, nor would she have wanted to if she'd though about it.
"Wouldn't want the fish to suddenly start biting now, would you? If you know what I mean. Seriously."