Peter sighed as he trudged into his home, slamming the door behind and flopping down on the couch, exhausted.
It had been a long Friday, and he was looking forward to just relaxing for a couple of days.
He set his glasses on the table next to him and kicked off his shoes with difficulty before falling asleep right there on the cushions of his couch, dead to the world until the next morning.
The older buffalo jerked awake when he heard the doorbell, and groggily got to his feet to answer it, disoriented from just awakening.
He opened the door and squinted at the visitor, having forgotten his glasses.
"Well? Aren't you gonna invite me in?"
Then his eyes widened when he realized who it was.
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