Bus Stop (Chapter 1)

# **\*BZZ\* \*BZZ\* \*BZZ\*** The alarm was going off again. It was another crummy night of sleep, complete with tossing and turning, and kicking off the covers, only to find their absence distracting, and then pull them back on later. ...

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Lumberjack (Chapter 1)

The cabin was dank and musty, a testament to how long it had been erected for the logging crews to sleep in between shifts. Outside, the waning evening light did little to penetrate the walls of the four-man structure; its single four-pane...

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Faux Friends (Chapter 3)

III Henry felt his oversized mouth drop open in shock. _Redford?_ _Yes, Hen?_ the fox replied, dipping his ears back and acting like he expected Henry to have a pertinent question to where they were going. _They... they got you too?_ Henry...

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On the Chopping Block (Chapter 4)

IV Just as Lou finished bringing his fork to his lips, an ear-splitting crash sounded from the far side of the mess hall. Several baritone whoops and hollers filled the air, cheering on the accident and clumsiness of the kitchen staff. As...

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Back at the Beginning (Chapter 10)

Soundlessly, the well-oiled iron ring doorhandle twisted, and the heavy wooden door to the cottage flew open with a loud slam against the shelf propped up behind it. Hunched over and bracing herself against the open door, stood a middle-aged...

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Working Like a Dog (Chapter 5)

I awoke the next morning with the Vixen standing over me, sniffing and prodding my ear gently. The night had gone quickly, but that was because I slept comfortably for once with her snuggling against me. With a great, tongue-curling yawn, I...

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Day Shift (Chapter 2)

The peppery scent of breakfast sausage wafted into Henry's nostrils as he stared pensively at his platter in front of him. All around the room, other lumberjacks ate their meals, but the mess was sparsely filled this morning as most had left for...

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The Fox and the Flame (Chapter 4)

_What are you doing in my house_, I demanded with a low growl. Despite my thoughts dwelling on her throughout the day, the events of the night had put me far from the mood to entertain guests. She cocked her head to the side, perhaps...

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Return to the Bus Stop (Chapter 2)

# \*BZZ\* \*BZZ\* \*BZZ\* The alarm was going off again. It was another crummy night of sleep, complete with tossing and turning, and a ceaseless, nagging feeling that I should be nocturnal now. I had been a fox for a week already, and...

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The Belly of the Beast (Chapter 11)

Sleep didn't come easily that night. Between the pains of the void mounting and ebbing in retribution for my expenditure of the Flame, and the ceaseless adulation from the other foxes for fixing the den all by myself, I eventually found myself...

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Barking Mad (Chapter 3)

# \*YAP\* \*YAP\* \*YAP\* "I don't know where the occupant is. The door was unlocked and there were two foxes in the apartment," Miles said into his cell phone, keeping one hand over his free ear. Standing in the doorway, he turned to the...

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New Routes (Chapter 13)

\*Bzzz--\* ... \*Bzzzzzz--\* ... \*Bzzzzzzzzzz--\* ... ... \*--BZZZTP\* I awoke with a start. Sitting upright, I started furiously kicking and scratching my ear with my hind paw. A fly had been circling my head, and it decided to land in my ear while...

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