When Wolf Wins

"Not *again*," muttered Brix, tossing the foreclosure notice onto the pile with the others. The concrete walls of his half-built McMansion groaned in the wind—third construction loan this year, and still no damn roof. Across the street, Stick's minimalist eco-pod had already folded like origami in last week's storm, while Straw's "artisanal tiny home" now served as a raccoon buffet. The wolf's business card fluttered against Brix's workboot: *Foreclosure Solutions LLC - We Huff, We Puff, We Close By 5PM.*