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Story Three: A Foon's Grand Fable Jacko Din Fleetpaw Prolog

The white and blue foon smiled softly. The store closed hours ago and the remaining unbought kits were gathered around him. It had been this way ever since he voluntarily gave himself to the market place three years ago. He was rather old for the market at age fourteen but he didn't mind that the likelihood he would be purchased was slim to none.

Most of the young ones gathered around him were between the ages five and eleven. Currently there were around twenty or so kits sitting cross legged in the aisle, leaning against the displays they stood on all day, draped across the shelves, or any open spot they could squeeze their naked bodies into. All the little faces with smiles were pointed in his directions. "So many new faces" he thought as he scanned the nightly crowd, only the familiar face of little red fox who had been here for two weeks he recognized. He had seen so many kits come and go, though he couldn't remember all their names and faces.

A small blue skunk chuckled and spoke up. "Um Mista Sawia was the stowie?" He smiled at the little four year old skunk whose tag marked him as a general purpose cub. He thought hard trying to remember the skunks name. He had got used to the loud chatter, the ever presence of younger naked kits, the gropings interested customers would give, cleaning up the mess the kits would leave behind every night, he even took on the task of diapering the youngest kits when it was bed time. He started story time as a way to keep the kits under control which the elderly owners of the market were grateful for. It could be the reason his tag was way way over priced, by any right in any other market he would have been tossed out, marked down to almost nothing, or just used as scraps.

The skunk was tugging at the foon's tail and that immediately brought him back out of the trip down his memory lane. He smiled down at the kit. "Oh Gussy yes the story. Hmm I know a good one." He grinned at the kits and put his arms up like some old black and white picture monster. "I'm going to tell you the story of the Glutton King Odo, how he liked to eat up every one in sight, and how one lil strange foon saved the day." He sat back giggling as some of the younger kits were scrambling to get a bit farther back away from the story teller.

He let them settle down and raised his paws for the chatter to stop. He smiled and started into his into deep rich story telling voice. "Now young ones let me take you back, back to a time before the markets. A time when a king's hunger terrified the whole kingdom." The kits were entranced as they listened, many forgetting the bags of candy or open cans of soda sitting next to them as they focused their usually limited attention span on the the older foon.

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A fox wearing a chef's hat and coat was pacing the large lavish kitchen. All around him were the shiniest copper pots, sharpest knifes, finest ingredients, the best apprentices the kingdom had to offer, and yet he was worried. Before him stood a raccoon, tonight's offering to the king and he had no idea how to prepare him. He was beginning to run out of ideas because his king Odo The Glutton, as the peasants called him demanded something new and different at least once a week. There wasn't a single family within a months journey that hadn't lost a member to the monstrous appetite of the ruler.

He stood there staring at the meat as a sculptor would a block of marble trying to seek the perfect meal hidden beneath the layers fur, flesh, and bone. The mid morning sun shone through a high glass stained window, its blue beam resting on a warm pie crust the chef had planned on filling with candied chestnuts for dessert.

The warm delicious smell of the flaky crust and sweet chestnuts made the raccoon's mouth water. This was not lost on the fox and he smiled. He immediately started to bark out orders to the sous-chefs. Foxes, wolves, weasels, even a fat badger all of whom were wearing the black aprons of apprenticeship scrambled around. Each moved precisely, to an outsider it the rushing bustling furs and noise was chaos but to the chefs it was just another normal day at work.

The head chef picked up the trembling raccoon and carried him to a large wash basin made of the shiniest metal the poor coon had ever seen. So fixated on the shiny the raccoon failed to notice the line of lesser chefs cutting up various veggies with huge knifes and stirring large copper pots with many different delicious smelling sauces bubbling within them. The fox stopped several times to correct a poor cut or to toss some seasons into a pot. Finally they arrived at the bin and the raccoon was gently set inside.

The raccoon poked his nose over the edge just in time to see two small fox kits struggling to carry a large carved bucket. Water sloshed out onto the fine tiled floor as they walked with slow uneasy steps. The fox patted the raccoon softly on the head as he watched the kits. "They are one the breakfast menu for tomorrow, don't know why but they insist on helping. Who am I to deny them their final request" He took the the bucket from the panting kits, which he dumped over the head of the raccoon, and then patted the kits' naked rears. "Go see if Old Juska needs help peeling the taters lil ones" The two little kits ran off giggling to find the old wolf, who spent day and night in the cellar peeling away.

The raccoon sniffled and cried as it all just hit him. The smells, the clatter even his wet dripping body. He thought he had been prepared but now he just wanted to live. He placed his wet cold paws at edge of his prison as he looked for a chance to flee. Just he saw his chance a hard smooth wooden spoon came down with a loud WHACK across his paws, yelping he fell into the tub sniffling. The head fox chef peered down with a frown. "Now now its to late for that. You knew your fate when you were summoned to the kitchens"

The raccoon looked up with big teary eyes, his wet ears were folded back against his skull as he sucked on his smarting paws. He watched as the fox pulled on some gloves that seemed to be made of some soft leather. Just to tease the unwilling meat the fox ran the soft gloves over the furry chest. The coon meeped and let out a soft moan as the soft leather felt like nothing he ever experienced before. His soft moan turned into a surprised whimper and a long drawn out sigh as the fox's gloved paws tweaked and tugged at his little nipples. The fox couldn't help chuckle as he enjoyed playing with the numerous "ingredients" before the savage king ruined them with his vicious demands. It seemed this meat seemed to enjoy being played with as its sheath started to plump and fill up. With a wicked grin he leaned in to whisper in the the raccoon's ear.

"Wanna know what these gloves are made of?" The wiggling moan lump of wet fur eepped in surprise as the gloves were now caressing his plump sheath tenderly. With a cute soft moan he nodded as one gloved finger dipped into the fuzzy tube to tease the tip of the meaty pole inside. His mind was so clouded with thoughts of the tender chef bending him over a table and using his tail hole roughly that he barely heard a spoken word.

"They are made from the finest fox sheaths graciously donated by each one of the best dishes I have prepared. I'm working on a raccoon set next and all I need is one last piece" A second finger was added to inspect as the coon whimpered as the last bit of what the fox said had manage to cut through the fog and shatter his lust filled dreams.

He huddled whimpering in the bin no longer fully able to enjoy the fox's inspection. With a coy grin the fox pulled his fingers out. "Well well it seems I'll have my raccoon leather gloves by the end of the week." He smiled as he picked up a small glass bottle filled with some thick purple substance. "whaa whaa is that?" The raccoon stammered still very terrified. He scooted till his back was plastered against the far edge of his wet prison.

The fox smiled softly again as he uncorked the bottle with a loud POP. He set the intricately carved cork stopper on the counter. The raccoon could help but notice it was shaped as a raccoon spit roasted over a tiny fire. "Oh this?" The fox said as he poured the opened bottle onto his covered paws. "Its some thing the court alchemist come up to make the process of defurring meat far faster. Don't worry it only tingles. Now sit up so we can get this over with" He rubbed his paws together the liquid lathered up and the faint smell of lavender tickled both furs noses. For some reason the raccoon thought that the flowery scent completed the smell of the busy bustling kitchen.

Once again those soft supple gloved paws rubbed into his fur, they started at his neck and worked their way down pausing to tease his already erect nipples causing him to moan and arch his back. The purple suds dripped down onto the raccoon's paws. He started to lift them up to sniff but they were gripped and yanked down at about the halfway point. The fox shook his head and smiled. "I don't want you to ruin that perfect lil head of yours, its going to make a splendid center piece. For that I need your head fur all there, tis be a shame to toss it away to the dogs now wouldn't it?"

The purple bubble coon whimpered and blushed as the paws worked over his sheath, balls, and meaty hams. " Meeep ....Y.... Yes it would" The fox was right he thought as he started to feel a slight tingling sensation beginning with his already overly sensitive nipples. It progressed into a irritating itch, much like a thousand ants were climbing over and biting every inch of his body as the fox left him there as he went to fill the bucket again. He whined and whimpered as he scratched at his chest, back, arms, legs, and genitals. Thick gobs of fur and bubbles came off the raccoon's desperate paws. He wanted to wipe the water that had dripped from his hair into his eyes but resisted, so instead he worked on his tail knowing full well he was helping to prepare himself for his fate as a pie.

The fox chuckled as he returned, very rarely had any of the chosen meals helped in the defurring process. Mainly they would curl up into a ball and sob endlessly. Smiling he spoke in a kind soft voice. "It seems some is eager to get to the next step." The raccoon meeped loudly and and blushed as he hadn't heard the chef return. "um..... Na.. Not really sir. " The raccoon chirped and sputtered as the bucket of cold water was dumped over his head rinsing away the soap and the last of the the raccoon's fur, leaving everything from the chin down naked and pink.

The raccoon was carried to a large counter and set onto a large cutting board. Next to him laid the biggest knife he had ever seen. Shivering the naked raccoon meeped churred in fright. "Uh ...... Uh you gonna use that on me mister?" The fox picked up the the blade and tested the balance of the knife, nodding his approval he smiled. "Yes I am but first I'm going to ask you a very very important question. What is your name?"

The question caught the meat of guard and he pointed to himself. "D..Di....Din Fleetpaw" The fox smiled warmly and bowed his hat touching the edge of the counter. "Well mister Fleetpaw, I'm the Great Jacko, personal head chef to the king, and Master of All things Tasty." The fox stood back up and set the knife back down next to the coon. "I'm honored to have such a tasty ingredient sitting on my cutting board."

Blushing Din sat on the board and watched as the fox reached under the counter and pulled out a roll of white cooking twine. The roll was set on the board just next to the naked pink foot paws. Smiling the fox carefully measured out six strands and laid them in a row. Putting the roll away he motioned for the coon to lay on his back. With a whimper the meat named Din laid on his back, his tail hung limp off the side of the counter.

Chef Jacko picked up a strand and tied it at the top of the coon's leg. He patted the meat's head and repeated the action on his right leg. Din whimpered as they were tied painfully tight. "Got to wait for those to numb up unless you want to feel the full pain" He pushed the coon back down onto his back and tied the soft naked sack tightly getting a sharp hiss from the coon. With his knife he began to skin the pink furless sheath carefully as not to nick the flesh. He picked up one of the strands and tied it around the base of the soft cock.

The raccoon wailed and cried as his sheath was removed from him. There was nothing he could do but resign himself to his fate. Even if he had wanted to run he probably be able to as he felt a cold dead feeling from where his legs were. Wordlessly he watched his bits trussed up with his arms soon to follow. With a glint in his eyes the fox picked up the large knife again. "I'm sorry but this is were the pleasantries end, from this point on you are just meat." The coon gulped as he saw the blade come down, he watched in morbid fascination as the sharp edge split through the pink skin of his right leg.

There was a dull pressure as it encountered the dense leg bone but the a sicking CRUNCH the blade passed though hitting the wooden cutting board. The coonmeat wagged his stump as the skilled chef began to carve the flesh from the severed limb right in front of its former owner's eyes. With in minutes all that was left of the leg was bones and a pile cubed raccoon flesh. Shivering as he followed the glint off the knife as it rose then came down with greater force, severing flesh and splintering bone. The left leg soon followed is predecessor and was nothing but scape bones and cubed meat. The fox's paw grabbing his coonballs made him yelp and his soft naked cock cock start to plump out. The thin flesh of the sack was stretched to its limit as the meat felt a sharp pain in his stomach. Being legless all he could do was kick his small stumps and yowl in pain. The blade came from underneath and the fragile protection it provided proved no match for the keen edge of the knife. The sack and its precious cargo seemed to leap from their home and into the fox's paws. He set them aside off the cutting board and turned his attention to the meat's arms.

Din watched as the cleaver was brought down on his tingling arm. The coon watched as the blade fell meeping slightly as it thudded into his flesh. His tied off cock twitched and leaked precum as Din blushed as he was starting to enjoy being turned into food. The fox saw this and smiled as he separated the remaining limb. The now purple cock spasmed drooling heavy amounts of pre making the coon whimpering desperate for a building release.

The fox took his time as he ignored the coonmeat's pleas and just kept breaking down the arms into small chunks of meat. The coon whimpered lowly as he waggled his four stubs as if to demand attention. Jacko tossed the scape bones in the rubbish bin and yanked on the meat's fluffy tail dragging it to the center of the bloody butcher board. Din screamed bloody murder as the yank was hard enough to dislocate his furry appendage. The howls were accompanied by pops and cracking as the fox pulled harder. He held the tail firmly with one paw and with the other uses the cleaver to slice through and between the broken tail bones.

The tail was set aside as the fox smirked. "My my what a fine tail, wells its mine now." Din whimpered with large tears streaming down his muzzle as the fox reached and grabbed the coon's drooling leaking 'meat'. The chocked sobs were punctured by little moans as his cold coon cock was touched. The coon arched on the board as the paw slid up and tugged on the tip. Oh despite being castrated, detailed, and had his limbs chopped into piles of meat the coon was in bliss. He felt it building he was going to cum, 'almost there' he thought and just as he felt he was there he felt nothing nothing at all. The fox tossed the purple meat next to the full sack.

The fox looked up as he saw the day had ticked by fast and if he wanted to get down in time he was going to have to hurry this up. As the coon wiggled and moaning on the slick cutting board he bent down kissed the meat on the nose. He raised the cleaver high and brought it down with perfect aim right at the throat. The coon let out a surprised gurgle as his head was severed from his butchered body. The fox wiped his bloody paws on a towel and picked up the head. Its jaws were opening and closing as if it was trying to say something.

Jacko smiled and the last things Din's dieing mind registered was the fox giving him a kiss followed by a soft whisper of 'thank you'. The chef set the furred head on a silver tray and handed it to a weasel. "Go place this at the center of the table!" The fox sighed as he watched the center piece left, the raccoon's muzzle was locked with a look of sadness. Jacko wished just once that the center piece would be smiling, happy at its fate. The weasel took the tray carefully and trotted off. He knew that if he slipped up the fox would have him for the next supper. The fox returned to butchering the carcass of the raccoon, the sweet meats he set aside for himself the king really didn't care for them. The internals were fed to the two fox kits that were set for breakfast and the bones were given to the palace dogs.

After hours of baking the whole kitchen was filled with a delicious aroma of warm pie. Jack inhaled it and smiled knowing once again he had chosen well. Slipping on a pair of dragon hide gloves he opened the old wood stove and pulled the massive pot pie out. Even with the thick gloves he could feel the heat on his paws. He carried the dish out and set it in its place at the head of the table. Shortly after a large very fat lion waddled in. His silk regal robes were straining to contain the all the fluff and the large carved chair creaked and groaned as he plopped into into very unking like. He stared at the pie then at the fox who was standing at the side of the table. "Pie? For dinner? How novel and different. It smells wonderful Jacko" The fox let out a sigh of relief and recomposed himself. After all he still did have one last duty to preform before he could retreat to the kitchens.

He steeped forward and smiled. "Sire this fine meal of raccoon pot pie was made from one Din Fleetpaw a most wonderful ingredient. One I'm sure you'll find to your liking." The king nodded while yawning. He hated these monologues his chef went on with at every meal. He didn't care who or where his meat came from, but he humored the fox cause he was so talented and had managed to surprise him meal after meal over the past two years the lion had been king. The king lowered his fork, the large rolls of arm fat bounced and jiggled with the movement.

The fork broke the flaky golden crust and dipped into the hot steamy rich stew inside. He raised the fork and a servant cooled the hot forkful as not to burn his king's royal lips. The lion purred happily as he messily dug into the pie. The servant's tail was being disgracefully used as a napkin as the fox sighed and left.

The king throw all manners out the window and started to shovel pawfulls of the pie into his slobbering maw. Streaks of brown sauce ran down his four chins, each one wider and meatier then the last. The drips landed on the squirrel servant's tail which was being used more as a bib now. A loud disturbance coming from the hall outside the dining hall made him lift his heavy head like some great bloated beast. The lion blinked standing at the doorway was the strangest kit he had ever seen. It couldn't have been much older the seven or eight seasons. It was blue and white and looked like a mix of some canine and raccoon with a large bushy tail. The creature smiled and bowed.

"Great King Odo, I've traveled from the far north where we have heard of your great hunger." The creature just stood the and smiled as the king shoved another pawfull into into his mouth and swallowed. "Oh and what can a scrawny lil thing like you do about it? You would hardly be a mouthful." King Odo studied the creature and smiled. Maybe he would here it out a hybrid would make such a rare and tasty treat as the laws of the kingdom prevented inter species marriages.

The thing chuckled and bowed again. "If you are so sure of that oh mighty king I'll make you a wager. If I can satisfy your hunger you step down as ruler, if as you say and I'm just a muzzle full all of the northern lands are willing to be served to you on a golden platter."

The bloated lion sat back toppling his 'bib' to the floor. The northern lands, so full of tasty options he didn't have here. He smiled this country bummbkin of a kit wasn't to bright. He would just eat him and take the north whether or not he was full. He rose on his fat thick legs steeping on the squirrel who had failed to get out of his massive king's feet. It let out a small squeak as the foot stepped down compressing its ribs. With a loud and sickening CRUNCH the servant's ribcage gave away as the lion stepped towards his next meal. "I accept! JACKO!!" The fox chef scrambled from the kitchens and skidded to a stop leaning and panting against the table.

The fox looked over at the kit and instantly knew what was going on. Already the poor doomed sap was walking to him with a smile on his face. The kit stopped at the fox's legs and looked up with that smile. Jacko smiled back as he led the meat to its final home. The king wiped his paw clean of the mess and plopped into the old chair. Servant's busily cleaned the table of scrapes and the fine raccoon head center piece.

The fox led the kit to the washing bin making small talk. "So little one whats your name and aren't you scared?" The kit giggled and climbed into the washing bin of his own accord. "My name is Saila Yumako and nah I ain't scared. Its what I came all this distance for after all." The fox nodded as he dumped the water of the kit an idea already forming in his mind.

"Wow you are sure one brave kit, um just what are you? I kinda need to know if I'm to prepare properly." The kit chuckled as he wiped the water out of eyes. "Imma foon." Seeing the confused look on the chef's face he farther explained. "My daddy was an arctic fox and my mommy was a raccoon. Hence I'm a foon" The chef nodded and smiled his gloved paws working the kits white and blue fur into a lather. Again he kept the soap away from the meat's head as he wanted that cute head as a center piece. The foon helped were he could and had one simple request. "Um mister Chef can you take my tail now before its defurred?"

Jacko smiled as the kit stood up and rinsed off leaving only the head and tail covered in soft arctic fur. The chef lifted the kit up and carried him over to the clean counter, he barked orders to the rest of the staff and once again the kitchen was bustling. He set the kit down and the foon got on his holding his tail up high. The fox grabbed it about midway just to stop it from wagging and with a single swipe of a cleaver separated the furry appendage. He draped the soft tail around his neck as he puzzled over a way to cook such a rare meat.

The foon himself solved the problem with a suggestion. "Umm My mommy always said broiling a foon is the best way, and don't even ask me how she knows that." The fox thought about it and smiled. He just had the rub for the job. The fox reached up onto a high shelf and pulled down a glass jar filled with a brown powder. The chef opened the jar and the strong fiery scent of some strange spice filled and burned the kit's nostrils. The fox wiped his brow as it was hot in the kitchen, he smiled when he saw the foon was sweating heavily on the counter. The small beads of foon water shone and glistened all over the small shaved body of the arctic fur as the fox nodded. "Well this is good your natural musk and flavor will be added to the rub"

The lil foon was worried the spice might over power the natural flavor of his meat but the gentle rubbings of the fox made him murr softly. The spice stung and irritated his naked flesh but the kit didn't mind, with those tender paws the fox was a master for sure and could stand against even the finest chefs from his tribe. As soon as those tender paws and spice touched the open wound where his tail had been, the foon yelped as it burned. Fiery webs of searing pain crawled up his spine and spread around his body like a thousand fat spiders. The foon wailed out in pain as large fat tears dripped down his muzzle and pooled on the cutting board. He whimpered and wiggled as more spices were added to the mix adding to the pain, the only ones he could recognize were black pepper and the very rare salt. The gentle paws as they touched his is young bits eased the gnawing pain a little and the foon opened his eyes. He meeped and blushed as the spices were rubbed into his sheath and small sack.

The fox rolling the little foon balls round caused the little kit to moan and his blue cub cock to slip out drooling slightly. He wiggled and moaned, arching his back as the paws ground the spices into the little blue hard on. He spasmed as the ground spiced mixed with his young watery pre. With a moan he felt something being tied tight just behind his kit knot. He whimpered as his cock was left alone dripping pre onto the counter.

He watched as a pan was prepped and set next to him. He felt himself being lifted up and set on the cold metal. He closed his eyes again as he knew they were going to stick him in alive. Though he was afraid he sniffled and smiled, it was finally time, the moment that he had been prepped for since birth. The life of a kit in the northern tribes was fraught with many perils. There was the cold, predators, and if the tribe had to many to support the kits were food or used barter with other tribes. In fact most of his siblings had been food and their pelts turned into blankets or tent flaps.

He winced as the oven was opened and the unbearable heat licked at his nose. With a clang he was slid into the raging inferno and the flames danced underneath him. The little devils stuck their pitchforks into the foon's flesh, tormenting him with their crackling laughs. They took pleasure in poking his little hard cock and balls, stabbing his belly, and licked at his toes. The foon writhed in pain as his flesh was cooked, turning a deep red. He whimpered as his bladder released adding the unique flavor to his meat. His struggles became slower as his muscles broke down into nothing but tasty meat. His cries became weak as he grew sleepier, his young panicked mind growing sluggish and dim. So much so that he wasn't aware of being pulled out of the oven and carried out to the dining table.

His heat fogged mind dimly heard voices as he tried to lift his oh so heavy head and see what was going on. His eyes dimly registered the blurry fat form of the king. The fat lion brought his heavy fork to poke at the cooked rear of the foon. The kit's brain barely registered the poke and the follow up as the king sliced off a large portion of rare foon meat and set it on the plate. The lion started to eat till the foon heard a large clang and he tried to make himself smile.

The lion was enjoying his meal, even more so as the meat was still barely alive. As he finished off his first portion of foon rump and was reaching to slice off the still twitching sweet meats a figure at the door way caught his attention. "Jacko!!! I told yo......." The bloated king dropped his fork and knife as standing there was the foon. The very same one that was still breathing shallowly on the table. It had to be the same foon it was identical in every way even down to the blue heart shaped patch of fur on his left breast. To the king's horror the foon on the table smiled and opened his glazed lavender eyes.

"Well mister King has my flesh satisfied your hunger?" The ghost, yes that what it must be the king thought as he pushed away from the table as the thing walked closer. The lion's belly heaved and bounced as he backed away, his fat encrusted heart beating loudly. Still the foon progressed nearer both cooked and 'ghost' smiling. "Whats wrong Sire meal not agreeing with you?" The foon ghost somehow present while its body was still alive reached the head chair and reached out to touch the terrified ruler.

"No No Get away from you monster, you demon, you foul thing from hell!!!!" The lion shrieked and knocked over the chair as he fled from the terrifying cub. He fled from the dining room, knocking over startled servants, shoving past confused guards, and out into the warm night.

The foon smiled and picked up the chair at the head of the table and sat down. He stared into the open eyes of his double as Jacko, the servants, and guards flooded into the room. "The king has fled!! By our agreement I now claim the throne, as you can see as his meal remains nearly intact." the guards moved forward menacly till a raised paw from the royal record keeper stilled them. He bowed to the new king as his paws flew with his quill pen on his notebook.

The foon kissed the the cooked version of himself on the nose as he whispered. "Thank you brother. I'll rule wisely in your name." The cooked foon struggled to smile as his eyes grew too heavy to keep open. The twin picked up the scattered silverware and started to eat the foon brother who gave his life to overthrow a glutton ruler. He blushed when he reached his twin's perfectly cooked cock and sack. He sliced the whole package off the cooked body and murred softly as the scent teased his nose. The fork poked into the sack as the knife split the cooked scrotum in half. Two foon balls spilled out onto the plate still steaming hot despite being on the table for some amount of time.

The foon speared the little orbs and popped them into his muzzle murring. he finished the little cock using the belcurm to clean his teeth. The meal disappeared slowly into its brother's belly. Many years passed and the new King ruled justly and with wisdom. He found a way for those who wished to eat other furs and those who wanted to be eaten meet in a safe way by creating the market.

Shortly after a cub version was created and become widely popular as kits volunteered more then adults and become a way poor familys could provide and as way to keep the population under control.

*************************************** The foon smiled as all the kits were sound asleep from the story. He picked each one up and laid them on their stands. He covered each one with their own blanket and those that had plushies had the tucked in with them. He smiled as he started to clean up the store.

He meeped as he turned a corner and bumped noses with the kind raccoon owner of the Cub Market. "Oh Saila I was just looking for you. I got great news You have just been bought. Some new little place called the Happy Cub Dinner. Its owned by a fox named......."

The foon's jaw dropped as he finished the sentence. "Jacko right?" The raccoon nodded and smiled as he had listened to the kit's whole story. "Yes and you'll be glad to hear that they just received the new Rejuve pods, so you can be cooked many many times over. Even rejuved to a younger age if you want."

The foon jumped with joy as he heard rumors of the system. His heart was saddened he was leaving but he knew that more then likely other restaurants and even hospitals will soon have the system so he might be seeing many of the kits again someday. He followed the raccoon off into the night whispering "good bye" to the store and the kits inside.

The End.