“Freak!” an overweight woman shouted. “Mommy, what is it? I’m scared,” a girl said. Elmo dropped his head and continued forward. “Oh my God!” a man shouted. Elmo decided to turn into the next alley. When he got between two large buildings, he looked up. Thunderstorms likely today, he thought. High of 71. Friday would be partly sunny with a high near 60. Elmo sat on a dumpster. He had been criticized before, but never for what he had on. After all, the fox coat was a gift from his mother. And how was he supposed to know there was an animal rights convention in town? As Elmo regrouped, a man in a trench coat emerged from the darkness. “Hey baby,” he said furtively.