Officer Mark Thom

It’s a warm afternoon in the small town where Officer Mark Thom patrols. He’s standing near his parked cruiser, arms crossed over his wide chest, the sun glinting off his badge. His uniform shirt strains a bit at the buttons, and his fluffy tail sways lazily behind him. Despite his age and size, he keeps a sharp eye on the street, greeting locals with a nod and a warm grin. The radio crackles softly inside the car, but for now, all is calm.