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Bill Blake let out a long sigh as he leaned back in his chair. The heavy set black wolf scratched his khaki clad belly while letting out a mighty yawn. The one thing he liked about working out in Tri-Burrow County was how slow work was. It gave him time to take a nap or two.

Bill was nearing his mid-fourties and yet he was somehow still harangued by his mother for not getting married or having grandpups. He wondered if she was ever going to come to terms that he was gay, then again, she probably already did but still wanted him to finally settle down and adopt a child. The old wolf let out a chuckle as he gave his belly a pat. He'd never seen himself with a house, a white picket fence, a permanent partner, and two and a half kids, though it wasn't like he couldn't see the appeal in it.

He'd had a few steady boyfriends here and there, but the last one he had didn't want to move out to Bunnyburrow with him because he'd found himself in a nice little rut in Little Bend running a shop that catered to the summer tourists. Their break up had been mutual, though, still ending in a few tears. The two still kept in touch via email and were still good friends.

The bright side to all this was running into his new on again off again beau, Gideon Grey. The tubby fox was cute, both in and out of clothing, but Bill knew that their relationship was best kept on the side of beneficial relation since Gideon was more interested in finding a wife than a husband. Not that the wolf was complaining at all, he certainly enjoyed his time with the hefty tod, and he could tell that it was mutual.

The wolf was just about to take a nap when his desk phone started to ring. His ears perked up immediately. That phone rarely rang at all unless it was an emergency, and the last time it did, it was from the Hopps farm. About a week earlier, some of the children were playing around in the fields when they'd run into a row of Night Howlers. It hadn't been a pretty sight, especially when it meant having to call the Pound since the Sheriff's office did have, nor was authorized to have, tranquilizer guns.

Slowly, Bill grabbed the phone. "Sheriff's office. Sheriff Blake speakin'. Please state yer 'mergency," he said. It was a line that he'd memorized from being over in Nutwood County. Even though it was one county over, he seemed to be answering the phone a great deal more when he was over thre, mostly to break up bar fights or the occasional tomfoolery by bored teenagers.

"Billy," the voice said happily, "I was hopin' I'd catch ya."

"Aunt Evie," the canine replied in a little bit of disbelief, "Why're ya callin' the office phone?"

"Cuz y'ain't answerin' yer cell!"

"That's cuz it's on vibrate."

"What ya do in yer free time ain't none of my concern, Billy. I needs yer help with sumthin'," Evie said, not even letting her nephew get a word in, "I'm sendin' Hubert yer way. I wants ya t' show'm round Bunnyborrow cuz he's needs to git out of th'ouse."

"Why? What 'appened?"

"He's heartbroke and he don't know his own strenth. Ye Uncle Garth's madder than a sack full of badgers after what he dun."

"What did he do?"

"He dun put a mighty deep dent in th'tractor and dun punched a hole in his bedr'm wall," the wolf bitch growled into the phone, "I swears if he don't get outta th'ouse yer uncle's gonna toss him out."

Bill blinked a few times, "What bout yer other two sons? Cain't he stay with them?"

"Those two boys has their heads s'far up they's asses they cain't tell if it's noon'er'midnight. I already asked'm, and they says they cain't on 'count uh their jobs."

The wolf let out a long sigh. His other two cousins were around his age, and both of them lived in Zootopia. The two were the first Blakes in the immediately family to ever attend graduate school, their sire, uncle, and grandsire all having gotten degrees in Agriculture but never pursued higher learning. From what he remembered, both of them were psychiatrists and both of them had always treated their relatives with disdain.

Bill paused as he thought it over. He'd made a few arrangements with Gideon and this was going to complicate things. He figured that the tod would understand. "All right, Aunt Evie. Just put'm on th'train and I'll pick him up."

"Good. He left this morning."

"Wait. What? When?"

"I put him on the 10:45."

Bill looked down at his watch. "He's gonna be here in five minutes and you just now tell me?"

"Then ya should skedaddle over there," the wolf replied before hanging up the phone.

"Goddamnit, Aunt Evie."