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mcityI found this in my Google Notebook "Fic" folder, last edited July 7, 2006.
I'd really like to know what this fox and her friend were doing in the library. I'd also like to know why I seemed to be writing in early Ursulav*, but some things will forever remain mysteries.
*It's arguably more like Middle-Ursulav, but Early reads better, and we can't really know which is Early, Middle, and Late until she dies, presumably after been hit by a stray awesome-seeking missile.
"These are rather old," said the grey-furred Fox. She had shaken off her umbrella, left it in the entrance hall, and was now in the study, studying her host's books.For the life of me, I wish I knew where this story was going. I don't usually write about anthropomorphic animals (furries), and I can't find anything on Google I may have copied it from.
I'd really like to know what this fox and her friend were doing in the library. I'd also like to know why I seemed to be writing in early Ursulav*, but some things will forever remain mysteries.
*It's arguably more like Middle-Ursulav, but Early reads better, and we can't really know which is Early, Middle, and Late until she dies, presumably after been hit by a stray awesome-seeking missile.
