Prompt courtesy of Madison Woods. Head on over there to see the picture prompt, and read a bunch of other imaginative super short stories.
They were poking a bloated dead frog with a stick when the strange man crashed through the dry, bare branches. He was bald, bearded, wore four layers of clothing, three of dirt and carried a bulging sack.
Owl and Raccoon stared at the stumbling, swearing stranger.
“Can you two keep your mouth shut?”
They looked from the frog to the man, nodding.
“Good,” he said. “If the cops come by don’t say anything or I’ll find you.” The stranger dropped a handful of crumpled bills on the stone then ran away, freshly fallen and frozen leaves crunching under his boots.