As the repairman added more supplies, Angie slowly stored them to the
side. Surprisingly enough, he didn’t notice. She didn’t know whether to
laugh or actually be concerned.

“That’s really great and
all, but I’m good.” At this point, Angie had a whole stack of supplies
behind her. Her tail brushed the top of the frame tower, and she was
careful not to fall backwards.

“…andglassandglassandpanelingand–oh?”

The Repairman’s preparations came to a (literal) screeching halt. There was a moment of silence as he noticed the towers of supplies. He thought about this for a second, still clearly unable to stay still. Then it clicked.

“AUGH!” he cried out, making a mad dash towards one of the piles. “SAFETY-TY-TYHAZARD!”

He didn’t want any of these to topple onto the poor coyote, so he tool a quick glance at the glass stack, seeing how he could stabilize it. Looking around, he saw an enormous pile of wooden frames.

Perfect, his caffeine-addled mind said as he began to yank frames from the bottom of the stack. He rapidly broke them into support beams to keep the glass sturdy, but failed to notice two things.

One: There were way more planks holding the glass up than necessary.

Two: The frame tower was starting to wobble threateningly…