Hopping Along, Ch. 1.2 - Masala Burger
Rupert made his way back towards the truck once he had finished and washed up. For a moment he admired the orange sun drifting low in the skies. Then he spotted Kyle back at the pickup. Kyle wasn't alone. Two shorter furs were standing in...
Hopping Along, Ch. 1.3 - Right hook
The room had been so quiet, the snoring so soft. Rupert wasn't even loud when he spoke. He had half-whispered it. But Kyle had been so engrossed, his adrenaline amped so high, the sound nearly made him leap out of the bed. Nearly. He didn't....