The Greys Chapter 2: Ma's Callin'
#2 of The Greys
Gideon Gray bent over in front of an oven. His pastry shop already had a line of people going out the door, all of them waiting for another fresh batch of pies. The chubby vulpine pulled the oven's door open. A warm sweet aroma started to fill the air. Everyone in the shop took in a deep breath, almost simultaneously before letting out a contented sigh. "Thay're dun," the brown and dark red colored man said as he reached a mitted hand in to pull out the tray. "Ya'll gotta letum sit now, but I gots lots uh them fer sale," he said to the crowd before returning to the register.
He was just about to make a sale when the old phone started ringing. Gideon looked over his shoulder. "'ay Travis! Culdya get that," he asked before turning his attention back to the wolf in front of him.
"Sure thing, Gideon," the ferret called back from the dish washing station. He grabbed a towel and whipped the water off his hands before making his way to the old in wall rotary phone. "Gideon Grey's Real Good Baked Stuffs. Made with fresh produce from Hopps Family Farm," Travis started on the usual shpeal, but the woman on the phone didn't let him finished.
"Travis! War's Gideon? I needs to talk to 'im," the vixen's voice seemed to roar over the speaker, making the ferret almost drop the phone. "Of course, Mrs. Grey. I'll get him."
Travis placed his hand over the transmitter as he looked over at Gideon. "Hey, Gideon! It's your ma," he called out to the chunky tod, "Sounds important."
Gideon's ears flicked around on the top of his head as he handed the pie filled box towards a heavy-set gray wolf. "All right. B'there in a second," he yelled back at the ferret before punching the sales button on the register. The rusty colored fox made his way back towards the phone, taking it from the black-footed ferret's hand before the other male moved to take over the register.
"Yes, ma," he said into the transmitter, curious to know why she was calling.
"Gideon! Get yer rump down t'tha house! Y'ain't gonna believe who j'st showed up," the old vixen howled over the phone.
"Who? Who showed up, ma?"
"Gideon. Y'member yer daddy's sister?"
"Aunt Josephine?"
"That's th'one! Seems her lil' boy showed up t'tha house."
"Ma, whatcha talkin'bout? Aunt Jo never had no kits," Gideon replied to his mother, genuinely confused about what he was hearing.
"That's cause she don't like t'talk'bout it. I'll 'splain when ya git here, just git here," the woman said before hanging up on her son.
The tod blinked a few times before hanging up. "But Aunt Jo never had no kits," he said to himself, "So who in tarnation was this guy?"
Gideon slowly turned around and looked over at Travis. "I gotta head t'tha farmhouse, Travis. Ya'll gots the register."
A doe rabbit looked over Travis' shoulder. "Gideon! Are there going to be any more fresh pies today," she inquired, only for the throng behind her to echo her question with an in unison, "Yes?"
The fox just shrugged his shoulders, "I dunno. 'Pends on when I get back I'spose. But Ya'll don't worry now. I'll be here extrarly t'make more."
There was a collective sigh of relief as Gideon hung up his apron and made his way through the kitchen and out the back door to his truck.