The car parked on the flowerbed, to the displeasure of the gardener.
"Thought it was part of the lawn," the driver shrugged unapologetically, before rushing across the road to the theater.
Inside a small pug put its paws on the window with a sad whine.
"Poor little friend," mumbled the gardener, drawing a series of sigils in the dirt under the car.
Ten minutes later a wolf-beast tore through the car's roof and fled to a better home.