He strolled into the shop on London’s Savile Row with the confidence of someone who belonged there.
The tailor looked up and quickly masked his look of surprise.
“How may I help you, Sir?”
“I should like a new pair of trousers please.”
The surprise emerged.
“That may be rather difficult, Sir”
“May I ask why?”
“Well, you don’t have a waist, sir. How would I know where to put the waistband?”
The ferret stood up taller and stretched out his torso. “Why don’t you just put it where you think it should go?”
The tailor smiled. “Very good, Sir.”
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