That Magical Time of Year

"Maybe turning on the light would be a good idea, after all," you admit. In a flash, literally, Fred complies.

Ugh! You seem to be shedding all over the carpet. And not even your own carpet, but Fred's. You have to apologize.

"I'm sorry about the mess," you say, trying to consolidate the hair into a pile. It is no use, though; you keep shedding it faster than you can push it aside."

Fred smiles. "Don't worry about a thing," he tells you. "It happens to all of us this time of year. Especially the newcomers, like you." Knowing that makes you feel better.

"So, where can we find some prey?" you ask, suddenly realizing how hungry you are. You hope that Fred hasn't eaten already.

Written by Joey Liverwurst

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