
The issue I have is that it's this weird acknowledgment of human norms. Talking animals don't tend to wear shoes, and shirts are a grey area. Why does this business have this restriction? Is it, perhaps, a human proprietor trying to live in the midst of an animal-overwhelmed world, clutching at straws to maintain his facade of familiarity even as his business -- the French Fry Hut, which sells short individuals who wear berets, already bizarre to the poor man who inherited the business -- is daily invaded by creatures that should be impossible, or abominations. He hopes, perhaps, that by enforcing normal human law he can bring himself back to reality, but no; every day, the half-dressed animals keep coming. Every day, he keeps serving them.
Ever day, he goes just a little... more... mad...