I sat looking out the window waiting for Micheal and Fundy.

Grandpa said they would get here soon.

Micheal is my best friend but I had never met Fundy but I know he is Wilbur's son.

The man that I had met only a ghost was walking down the path with his son. The boy was a fox hybrid his tail was swaying slowly brushing the ground.

I ran to the kitchen jumping up and down to excited to stay still.

Ding Dong

That was them, I heard the door open I ran to the door only to be stopped by grandpa picking me up. The small fox boy seemed to radiate the same excitement as I did. He was jumping up and down.

I was finally put down only to be pushed to the floor by Fundy. He was really warm and sweet. We talked about different thinks like our favourite flower.

We played tag in the garden. When Micheal came running out to be tug by Fundy. I made a squeal of delight as they both ran after me as tickle-monster.

We got told of and brought in side covered in mud. We all had to get baths. We sat in our pjs watching a cartoon with hit milk.

We were on the sofa sharing a blanket