Book one of the Naniods
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I got out of the taxi telling the perplexed driver, "Thank you for opening the door for me. Please take the money out of my pack, right front compartment. Without hands it is difficult dealing with cash or even the door to the car." I talked too much, but that generally helped to calm those humans nervous with what I am. He was very careful to count out the exact amount in front of the face of the very big wolf, me, a wolf that was talking to him. I told him the amount of a tip to take, I made it generous, but I think for him the best tip would be for me to get out of his car so he could leave. I did get out of the taxi at the Western Hotel at the foot of Younge Street in Toronto. I had a presentation to give on the state of human to animal conversions and relations between the converted and humans. The doorman expected me and opened the door for me as he would anyone else, well anyone on two legs. It was a nice courtesy as I was used to very few places recognizing me as more than a mere animal therefore unsafe to have in a public building.