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The door bursts open, and a fox (no really) in a green tunic (not kidding) and a beige hat (complete with red feather) strolls into the bar, bow in hand and quiver slung over his slim shoulders.
This fox is in an extraordinarily good mood. Dreamily good, even, singing under his breath as he half walks, half waltzes along.
"Once, we watched a lazy world go by..." He has a good voice. Especially for a fox.
This fox is in an extraordinarily good mood. Dreamily good, even, singing under his breath as he half walks, half waltzes along.
"Once, we watched a lazy world go by..." He has a good voice. Especially for a fox.