Archive of Our Own

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Chapter Summary: Wolf receives a letter from Canada, someone is coming from and Wolf is very excited about it. Meanwhile the kids are working on a Papier mâché sculpture competition, with Lucy asking his father and Terrapin for help while Barry is struggling to organize his own creation.
The sun shone brightly in the sky. A cold wind swept yellowish leaves, announcing the arrival of autumn.

Wolf arrived at his house accompanied by his neighbor Fox. They went inside, where Wolf sat on the couch.

-That rabbit got away again!

He scoffed as he dusted his jacket and fur. Fox pulled out a pocket mirror realigning his eyebrow.

-He was slippery as an eel. I still don't understand how he managed to do that. Are you quite sure you had a firm grip?

Wolf was staring at the floor. Dried leaves, dirt and grass were scattered across it. He sighed standing up

Once more, he had forgotten. It was that damn rabbit's smirk plastered on his face, the disappointment in Fox's eyes. It was a mess, but no more. Simon and Barry would soon arrive and he should quickly tidy up. Not to mention Fox was there as well.

-I forgot to shake outside again…

He picked up a broom and a dustpan and quickly began to sweep. Filling the room with a heightened rhythmic swishing.

-I'll clean this up quickly. Wanna stay for a cup of coffee?

-Delighted. I'll put the kettle on.

-Kettle? So you want tea then?

-For the coffee. You didn't hit your head hard, did you?

-You've got the machine for it. Sit down, I'll set it for ya.

-Right. I keep forgetting you have that ghastly machine.

With the coffee machine working in the kitchen, Wolf cleared the floor, picking up the dust, dirt, leaves and fur. Fox's eyes followed him moving across the room, his gaze lingering on the canine's arms, the strong grip he had.

-Ah… Wolf? Didn't you have a vacuum cleaner?

-It broke. Simon couldn't get the thing to turn on, and then, somehow, the nozzle got stuck in his snout, so he'd chewed right through it.

He sighed as he moved around the sofa where his neighbor was sitting.

Fox rolled his eyes. From his pocket he pulled a hand mirror, a brow pomade and a small brush.

-Of course.

Wolf knelt with the dustpan to pick up the dirt.

His guest was sitting and he was cleaning. What a rude host he was being. Fox was a great friend, a close friend, but he shouldn't take him for granted. Some entertainment for him, that was what a decent host should give at the very least. Right! The magazine!

-Hey, so… Uhm, I have the latest issue of EWE, if you want.

He stood up, rolling his shoulders back as he straightened, his back giving a small crack.

Fox was brushing his eyebrow, his eyes fixed on the mirror.

-In a moment. I just need to get a…

He tilted the mirror, looking at the expanse of Wolf's torso.

-Better angle…

Suddenly, a knock on the door. A letter slid in from underneath it. Wolf lazily picked it up.

-This…yes! YES!!!

Wolf's ears perked back. His tail wagged as his eyes sparkled.

Fox turned around.

-Wolf?

-Oh Fox! This… this is amazing! She is here, in England!

Fox raised an eyebrow.

-She?

-Stella!

He closed the broom to his chest.

-She is what every wolf could ever ask for! A-and even more! She's got style! She's got power!

Fox closed his pocket mirror, hard enough that he might have broken it.

-So… this Stella, is she a relative of yours?

-Nah, but she is so special she might b—

-Oh! I believe the coffee should be ready.

-Oh! I'll fetch it for us.

Fox followed Wolf into the kitchen, sitting at his dining table as he stored away his brow kit. Coffee was dense in the air. 

Stella. Elegant, powerful. A rather fitting name for a strong female. While Wolf was dumb enough to be impressed by the most mundane and insignificant, never had this wolf looked quite so thrilled.

Fox's hands moved quickly, taking his nail file. With his hands busy, expertly working his nails, his gaze landed on Wolf's back, strong arms, his powerful hands, his tail wagging, his ears folded.

That was one thoroughly happy wolf. One second away from bursting into a howl. Wolf poured the coffee, then a dash of skimmed milk.

It was there for him, who else, then? The pups? No. Wolf? Neither. The wolf was keeping that just for his neighbor, because he awaited his visit. He was part of Wolf's life. And yet. What if, once she arrived, the milk simply got poured down the sink?

Wolf turned around, smiling, with a white touch of cream and sugar on his sleeve. Of course, he'd dropped a piece of chocolate in his coffee.

-I don't know who is more bastardized today. It is either you, or your coffee.

-Woow. Harsh. Hey, you gotta hand it to Barry, the kid made a discovery! This really tastes good, you should try it.

-Too much sugar. Kids may need it, adults don't.

-Well, how's the coffee?

Right, his coffee, the one that was made for him. He ought to tear it apart, find fault with it, remind Wolf of his incompetence, of his shortcomings.

Fox took a sip.

The drink was perfect, the right amount of milk he liked, the perfect temperature.

-This is… Delightful…

And the wolf was bold enough to have a foolish smirk on his face. Proud of himself.

-Great. You are tense, Fox. But hey, we will get that rabbit. Now let's just enjoy this nice cup and relax for the day. Simon and Barry will be home soon though. I know you don't like the noise the boys make, but why don't you stay for lunch as well? We can go and meet with Stella after!

-I would be honored.

Wolf's smirk widened. He stood up as he downed his coffee.

-G-Great! Then I'll start cooking right away. We'll have ratatouille.

Ratatouille. A rather decent dish that Wolf had managed to learn to cook quite well. A warmth spread across his body as the canine gathered his cooking tools. How strange, perhaps the coffee was a touch hotter than it should have been.

-You seem to be in quite the good spirit.

-The day is getting better and better!

Fox finished his coffee. He stared at the empty cup. Wasn't he supposed to be angry? To remind Wolf of his utter foolishness? He wanted to chase that ember of indignation, and yet, he found something else.

A question, why?

Surely it had a logical answer. Surely he was using Wolf to his benefit, to have that strong man at his disposal, to have a warm embrace on the cold lonely nights. Yes, indeed he was USING Wolf, and yet. He was scared of this Stella, of the skimmed milk vanishing from the wolf's fridge. Why?

But of course. Competition, this Stella would make the division of Rabbit much harder. It was nothing but his baser instinct playing tricks on his mind once again.

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The school day was over. The children rushed to their homes. Lucy, Simon and Barry arrived at their homes. Both Lucy and Barry were carrying their own large papier mâché sculpture. Barry had a strange structure, a lot of balls and paper strips.

Meanwhile Lucy had a clearer figure, a big muscular rabbit with a gun, a car and a cake.

-So, what do you think, Barry? Will you have your uhm…

She glanced at Barry's work.

-Whatever that is, for next Monday?

-I don't know. I think so! I have the whole weekend. It shouldn't be hard.

-Riiight… So, Uhmm, Simon?

Simon stopped halfway into his home, turning around.

-Yes?

-Come and open the door for me. My hands are full.

-Oh, right!

The young wolf stepped forward and opened the door for his friend. But as he approached, his ears perked. From his house came music and a deep masculine voice singing.

-Barry… Lucy… wait!

His instincts flared. His nose twitched. Butter, tomatoes, parsley and spices flowed from his house. Something was wrong, very very wrong.

-Oh no…

Lucy pushed him forward.

-Simooon! Nothing is wrong. Now come on, I need to get inside!

Barry began to shiver. He rushed to Simon.

He had to be a big brother now. 

-S-Simon… D-Do I hear Bunny and Clyde?

-Yes, Barry, that is Bunny and Clyde.

Lucy tilted her head towards her neighbor's house.

-Oh, you're right. Your dad is playing Bunny and Clyde. Now. My door. PLEASE.

Barry got closer to his brother, shielding himself as he trembled.

-S-Simon… Why don't I smell any pizza?

-B-Barry… I think Dad…

Then, a howl followed by a rising tone in Wolf's singing.

-DON'T KEEP ME HAAANGING AROUND.

He turned to see his small brother. He needed to be strong for him, for what's to come. But fear was stronger.

-DON'T BRING ME AAAAL SO ROUND I'M STANDING HERE DON'T MAKE ME WAIT ANOTHER SECOND IS TOO LATE

The brothers stared at each other one last time before panic settled.

-WAAAAAAAAAHHHHH

-DON'T KEEP ME HANGING AROUND. DON'T BRING ME YOUR SOUL DOWN AWOOOO AWOOOOOOOO

He ran in circles. The most painfully boring meal awaited inside, possibly even worse.

-WAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! DAD IS IN A GOOD MOOD!!!

Lucy groaned, giving Simon a kick.

-Get a hold of yourself! Both of you.

-Aoow! Oh yeah, right. The door.

Simon opened the door to Lucy's house.

-Now, where was I? Oh yeah. WAAAAAAHHHHH!!!

Lucy went inside and kicked the door, slamming it shut. She rolled her eyes as she placed her sculptures on the table.

Rabbit emerged from his kitchen, a frown plastered on his face.

-What is all that racket outside? What is goin—Is that Bunny and Clyde?

-Hello, dad. Nice to see you too. The noise would be Simon and Barry panicking over Wolf being happy.

-That wolf being happy is never good news. But enough about that. How did my master sculptor do today?

Rabbit approached Lucy, giving her a quick hug.

-We finished the papier mâché sculptures today. We have all weekend to paint them. Is Terrapin here at home?

Rabbit tilted his head.

-Terrapin? Well, I'm almost finished with my stew, so he should be here soon. Why do you need Terrapin?

-I need help painting. He's a good painter.

-Him? Good painter? Oh, Lucy.

He giggled as he shook his head.

-You don't need Terrapin.

-Unless Bob Woolss is in this house. No, I don't see anyone else.

-Lucy, you're looking at it.

Lucy tilted her head. Her twin siblings played with their food, painting each other's faces with green porridge.

-You mean the twins? Maybe their work is too modern. Did you put peas in their porridge?

-No! Not the twins! Me! I—

He glanced at his baby children.

-Yes, I did put some peas in their porridge. Is that a bad thing?

He was quickly met with a splash of green food all across his face.

-Don't answer that.

He picked up a towel and wiped his face.

-Anyway, Lucy. No need to bother Terrapin with that. I can help you. I was in a similar competition back in secondary school and won first place.

-What? Wow, really?!

Rabbit went over to the twins, wiping their faces.

-Well, not technically. I did win, but Fox bribed the judges and he got first place with some stupid Greek Aphrodite or something.

-Wait, and how did Terrapin do?

-Well, he tried to make his love, Barbara. That didn't sit well with the judges, or the teachers… or Barbara.

Peter tossed his plate into Rabbit's face.

-Alright, I'll make you some new porridge, without peas. Lucy, there's some soup for you in the kitchen.

Lucy sat down at the table with her meal ready. The warm soup with cabbage, onion, carrot and round courgette was luring the household to eat.

After a quickly made porridge and two well-fed baby twins, Rabbit sat down next to Lucy, letting out a long sigh. He placed a bowl in front of him.

-Any minute now.

-Alright, dad, with you and Terrapin we'll finish it in a flash.

Rabbit scoffed, frowning at his daughter.

-I believe I said I was enough?

He rolled his eyes.

-I'll do another quick cabbage raid this afternoon, so tomorrow I'm all yours.

Suddenly, a slam. The front door was wide open. Terrapin rushed inside.

-WOLF RAID! WOLF RAAAAAAID! AAAAAAAAHH!!!

Terrapin was running. He stumbled over his own flippers, crushing himself against the wall.

Lucy giggled.

-No, Terrapin, that's not a raid, that's just Simon and Barry running away from their dad.

Rabbit rolled his eyes, closing the door.

-Get a hold of your shell, Terrapin. Now sit down, there is a nice bowl of soup for you, still all warmed up.

Terrapin clung to Rabbit's arms as he stood up.

-THEY ARE CLIMBING THE TREES! TH-THEY ARE GOING TO POUNCE FROM ABOVE!

Lucy glanced at the window.

-They are using the tree house. Probably to, like I said, run away from their dad.

-THEY ARE BUILDING A FORTRESS!

Rabbit guided Terrapin to the table.

-You might want to give him a minute until it passes.

-YOU HAVE TO BLOCK ALL YOUR WINDOWS! FETCH THE NAILS AND HAMMER! You've got some— Is that Bunny and Clyde?

Rabbit turned towards the neighbour's side of his house.

-Yup… He's still at it. Anyway, is your panic gone now?

-Yeah, pretty much?

He turned to his bowl of soup.

-Oh, this smells delicious.

-Now hold on a minute, I have some pondweed, just for you.

Rabbit brought dried pondweed, letting it pour into the soup. Terrapin's eyes shone as he smiled.

-Thank you, that's very nice of you.

-Well, you're going to need it, we're on a cabbage raid later.

-Uh? And what's the occasion?

Lucy smiled, raising her head.

-Hello, I'm the occasion.

-YOU'RE GOING TO A CABBAGE RAID?! Rabbit, she's too young for it!

Rabbit facepalmed, shaking his head.

-No. She's not coming, listen to what she's saying.

Lucy placed her empty bowl on the table. She stood up and walked towards the sculptures.

-Terrapin, I need help painting my papier mâché project. I was hoping you and Dad would help.

Terrapin stared at Lucy's work. Then he stared at Rabbit.

-Oh dear…

-Oh, are you busy this weekend?

-No, no. I'll gladly help.

-That's great! Oh, thank you, Terrapin!

Rabbit glanced at them as he picked up the empty porridge bowls from the twins.

Terrapin had a real talent for painting. But Rabbit would guide his daughter to victory WITHOUT the amphibian. The short amphibian could be desperate for attention. Surely that would get in the way. He had to make his friend go out. Maybe fake a call from Barbara? No, that would be too cruel. Maybe some friendly "pranks" would do.

And that was a plan for tomorrow. He had to take care of the more immediate concern. The cabbage raid. He had to plan his route and time, get a quick hold of extra food so he could have the weekend free. Then he'd deal with his friend.

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Fox stepped outside and stared at the treehouse. Peeking from the windows, there were four very familiar grey puppy ears. He rolled his eyes as he climbed up. He stood at the entrance with arms crossed, waiting for the kids to take notice.

After a minute, Simon turned and screamed.

-WAAAH! Fox! H-Hello.

-Now… this is very disappointing.

Fox frowned, stepping in as he rested his hands on his hips. Simon stepped in front of his small brother.

-Are…Are we in trouble, Fox?

-By some one-in-a-million chance, your father happens to be happy today, waiting for his precious children to come home, to finally share with his adored pack his exceedingly rare moment of joy.

Both kids dropped their heads with a little whine.

-And how do you two react? Cowering in a treehouse with your tails tucked between your legs as though about to be ravaged by some savage beast, all while making your father worry that you're late.

-So… are we?

Fox rolled his eyes as he sighed.

-What do you think?

-That we are in trouble…

-Exactly. Tomorrow there will be no pizza, you'll be having Brussels sprouts gratin with extra sprouts, and you'll eat every last one of them.

-B-BUT FOX! You can't do thaaaat!

Barry poked his head from behind his brother.

-Yeah, dad! Not fair!

Fox's eyes widened for a second.

-I believe you'll find out I can. Now, boys, you will climb down this instant and join your—

From behind them Wolf's voice howled.

-HEY FOOOX! I just remembered the dream I had last night. It was like the flying salmon dream, but this time, I was in a broken flower pot held by my dad. My dad was also a salmon.

Fox's eyes widened, retreating further into the treehouse.

-Right, just a few more minutes…

Fox sat down on the wooden floor. Barry was fidgeting with a papier mâché sculpture.

-And what is that you have there, Barry?

-It's my school project. I have to finish it and paint it for next Monday's competition.

-I see. And what is that supposed to be?

-It's a-an Alien general! His name is Garth. He belongs to an army of mutants that were rejected by their planet! H-He has a whole lot of axes and swords, and huge arms, and it's AWESOME!

-Ye-yes, Barry—

-And he was betrayed by General Xorath, but it was because Xorath had his family kidnapped, but because Garth is super cool, he rescued his family and made a huge strike against the Empire!

-Oh dear, Barry that—

Barry picked up pieces of his sculpture. He stared at Fox, his eyes shining, his smile wide and his tail wagging.

-This is Bu Bu, Xorath's daughter, and this here is Amath, Xorath's son.

-I confess you've quite lost me, Barry. Isn't this supposed to be about a single alien general? Why did you make a family?

-Because it's like in my comic! It's the part where Garth rescues Xorath's family!

Simon stepped in, looking at Barry's work.

-Wa-wait. Those balls are their family?! Barry, you're making a statue, a sculpture. Not a comic. Oh man, you're really stupid!

Simon burst out laughing. Barry pouted, delivering a barrage of tiny punches.

-I'm not stupid, I'm not stupid, I'm not stupid!

Fox sighed, stepping in between the brothers.

-Enough, both of you. Keep that up and tomorrow's sprouts count will only go up.

-Awww maaan! Well. Even if Barry did an actual statue, Lucy would still win.

Barry dropped his head.

-Yeah… she always wins.

Fox looked at both kids and facepalmed.

This was hardly his problem. His patience was running short, and surprisingly fast at that. He would most certainly need an Aspirin after this, not to mention there was still Wolf's salmon dream to unpack.

However, something was quite different. He glanced at Wolf's kitchen, where the fridge was, where that ghastly skimmed milk served as a reminder that he was part of Wolf's life, and that included his children.

Barry's incompetence was irritating, infuriating, yet from the very back of his mind, a pull to guide the boy, to mentor him, to set him straight. Hadn't he won a similar competition back in secondary school with the Aphrodite's birth statue of a very similar material?

He hardly cared about all that comic the boy was writing, but he didn't have to. Just make the pup focus, which is something the whole family lacked. Focus.

However, something was amiss with his feelings. This closeness, how did he explain it? Stella was surely easier to explain than this. She was competition when it came to food. Then how was protecting or guiding the children of the competition part of his instincts?

Ah, but of course, it was to ensure a better sum of the spoils when they hunted their prey, so he would get a better game than Stella. Once more his baser instincts were playing tricks on his mind. He shall not let them. He shall not let MOTHER be right.

Right… Barry's dilemma.

-But my dear Barry, haven't you won the school presidency against Lucy?

-I did? No… that was Simon. I only stumbled and fell over.

-And when we were all shouting at each other in Bear's house during that harsh drought, didn't you bring us together?

-I did? I don't know…

-Barry. If you don't know, then this is the moment to find out.

Simon stared both at the sculpture and his brother.

-Well, he'll find out he can't because he'll have to start all over again. Unless he has super speed.

Barry lowered his head, letting out another whine.

-He's right… the papier mâché takes days. I can't start over.

-And who said anything about starting over?

Simon tilted his head.

-I did?

Fox rolled his eyes.

-You're wrong, Simon. Barry, you were right all along. You were telling a story. The problem was how you were telling it.

Barry raised his head, his eyes locked onto Fox.

-Uh?

-A comic is a series of images one after another that tells a story. What you need is to tell your tale with one single picture! That's how you'll win this competition.

Meanwhile, outside, Wolf stepped out wearing his apron. He was a bit messy with veggies and tomato bits all over his fur and clothing.

-Fox? Are… are you still here? If it's about the coffee, I'm sorry, I'll get it better next time! And where are the kids? My boys! They should be home by now! I'm awake, aren't I?

He touched his neck.

-Yup… no gills... Oh no!!!

Fox turned to the kids.

-Well, those few more minutes have come to pass. But before we depart, I have something to ask. Do any of you know any Stella from Canada?

The kids' ears perked up. Simon crossed his arms.

-Pizza with extra pepperoni tonight and you have an answer.

-Why you little— Oh, alright… but this will cost you. Not now, in the future.

-Stella is…

-Yes…?

-Is…

-Yeeess?

-I have no idea. Could be anyone.

-I see… Well, it hardly matters. Go on now. And make sure to wiggle that tail, show him how happy you are. And who knows, tomorrow's sprouts count MAY lower.

Barry was the first to come out of the treehouse.

-Daaaad! Over here! We are going!

Barry rushed down and dashed towards his father, hugging him.

-My baby boy! What took you so long?!

Soon Simon joined the hug while Fox climbed down with Barry's project. Wolf tilted his head, raising an eyebrow.

-Fox? What happened?

-The boys were eager to work on their project… far too eager. They went straight to it and forgot to head inside first.

Fox glanced at Simon. The boy's debt was piling up. The older brother had taken notice.  Fox smirked. It was oddly amusing, somehow. A playful war of loan and debt had started between him and Simon. How far should he take it? He shall see.

-I see. You two are becoming two hardworking wolves! I'm so proud! The day keeps getting better and better! Come, boys, I'm cooking something special today.

Wolf picked up Barry with one arm and held Simon's hand with the other. The younger pup nuzzled against his father.

-Oh sweet! You know I was so focused on my sculpture that I didn't realise how hungry I was.

-Well, son, don't you worry, lunch is almost done.

-Hey… uhmm, Dad?

-Yes, Barry?

-I'm sorry.

-Uh? For what?

-For… uhmm… making you worry and sad for not showing up.

Wolf's eyes widened a bit, then he shook his head.

-That's all in the past, Barry, don't worry. I'm happy that you were working hard with your brother and with Fox.

Simon tugged his arm.

-Dad, Fox said tonight he's inviting us to pizza. With EXTRA pepperoni.

Fox's eyes widened. Why, that little rascal.

-I-I…

-Oh really?

Wolf raised an eyebrow, then his smile widened as he turned to Fox.

-Consider it an incentive for the boys to keep up their good work… especially for Barry.

Simon was smirking. How annoying, and at the same time, unaccountably proud of the young pup.

Wolf patted Simon's back, pushing him a bit inside as he moved.

-Okay, everyone, let's go.

Wolf step inside with Barry in one arm, as if he weighed nothing, holding Simon's hand with the other, his fur all messy with veggies, his apron dirty. What a mess of a Wolf he was.

And then there he was standing, holding the papier mâché statue of a child. He glanced at it, then at the wolves.

-Fox? Come on!

Fox shook his head.

-Coming!

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Rabbit and Terrapin walked inside an art shop named Sheep Coat. The shop’s scent of linseed and fresh sawdust welcomed them, alongside the warmth of a nearby heater. Wooden shelves sagged under jars of pigment and rows of brushes fanned out like bristled bouquets. A sheep in a paint-splattered pinafore-style apron and a flat cap was tending other sheep.

Terrapin fidgeted nervously, turning side to side until his eyes met Rabbit’s, who frowned.

-What is it?

-Oh, you know… I just have that sliiiiiiight inkling that it's one of those moments.

-And WHICH moment might that be, Terrapin?

The amphibian cowered a bit, turning away from Rabbit's gaze.

-You know… another crisis where you derail your daughter's efforts?

Rabbit scoffed.

-Don't be ridiculous. What makes you think that?

-The election in secondary school?

-Oh, please, I'm over it!

-The acting role in the Cinderella play?

-I didn't—

-The exact same situation where you lost to Fox in a very similar competition?!

-First of all, you know very well those judges were bribed. And second, you're not over your statue being so horrible that Barbara couldn't look at herself in the mirror for weeks, afraid she'd break it.

Terrapin's eyes widened as he gasped.

-FIRST! Fox didn't bribe them and you know it. And second… oowwch…

Rabbit turned to the shelves. He scanned the rows of paint, searching for the right shade.

-Now let's see… which shade of purple is my shirt…

Terrapin turned to Rabbit, tilting his head.

-Purple? What do you need purple for? And why your shirt?

-To paint Lucy's statue! OBVIOUSLY!

-Well, you're picking the wrong colour! OBVIOUSLY!

-Well, I THINK I know my own colours! OBVIOUSLY!

-Oh yes? Mr "Obviously"? I have the exact list of what she asked RIGHT here.

The terrapin pulled a paper out of his shell, a full list of paint and brushes.

-What? Give me that!

Rabbit snatched the list. No purple included.

-This list is all wrong!

-How can it be all wrong?! This is literally what Lucy asked, and I wrote it with her—

-BAAAHHH!

The shopkeeper sheep interrupted, frowning at the two friends arguing. Rabbit raised a hand.

-Sorry.

As they went back to their business, Terrapin scoffed.

-I just don't see why you need purple for a chocolate cake, a car, or Snowy Commando. Surely you can make a purple car but—

-Now hold on. Snowy Commando? As in that action rabbit?

-Yes, the sculpture Lucy made.

-Ohhh, I see what happened. Silly Terrapin, that's not Snowy Commando, that's me. Lucy made me.

Terrapin rolled his eyes.

-Oh dear… Just in case, Rabbit, did you hit your head this morning when running away from Wolf?

-What? No, I'm more than fine.

The short terrapin raised his hands.

-Just checking, since… I don't know, your arms look a lot thinner than in the statue.

-Hey!

-And not a hint of muscle on the legs…

-AS IF YOU WERE ONE TO—

-And yeah, very very far from the towering, imposing wide back.

-Are you done?

-Yes, thank you.

-Good. Terrapin, little kids, especially little girls like Lucy, idealise their parents. That's not Snowy Commando, that's how she sees me. A strong, masculine, paternal figure that fights and provides for his family.

-She sees you with a gun and with a commando suit?

-Minor details.

-Yes, very minor indeed. You know what else is a very minor detail? The list that Lucy made with me, where she told me it was Snowy Commando.

-Yes… uh… Well, father knows best as they say. Now go and wait outside. And chew on some pondweed or something. I'll sort it from here.

Terrapin scoffed. He opened his mouth to speak, but Rabbit was already speaking to the shopkeeper. He sighed, turning around to leave the store. 

He sat outside, waiting for his friend.

---

The sun was setting, the sky painted in yellow and orange. The sea was welcoming the sunset, announcing the chillier air of the autumn night. The air was denser with humidity. The sea salt sticking to their fur.

Wolf and Fox were walking together along the street next to the sea. Fox grimaced, staring at his delicate fur.

-You didn't tell me we were coming to a port.

-But I did tell you.

-An AIRport, not a port. UGH. Wolves.

Fox rolled his eyes.

-You know how bad sea salt is for a well-kept coat. Anyway, why did I have to come and meet this Stella?

-Because you're my friend and I want you to meet her. She is very important to me.

-Important? How so?

-There were moments in my life when… she was all I had. She was my only hope, my only light on the road, you know.

His fur spiked under his fabulous clothes. A knot had formed in his throat, unbidden, and he attempted to undo it with a swallow.

-How touching. And… do tell, Wolf, where shall she be staying?

-Uh? Oh. Home.

-Pardon?!

Fox turned to Wolf, his eyes wide open, stopping dead in his tracks.

Wolf shrugged.

-Home. What's the matter?

Fox quickly covered his eyes and shook his head.

-Ugh, something caught my eye. The wind here is positively dreadful. Now, let us not keep Stella waiting any longer.

-Right. Let's move.

Wolf approached Fox, giving him gentle pats on his back.

-Hey, you're going to love her. She is the best, I swear.

The freight depot sat at the edge of town, a long corrugated shed that smelled of cold iron, diesel, and damp cardboard. Lights buzzed overhead, throwing a flat grey glare over rows of industrial shelving stacked with crates and parcels, each one tagged and forgotten.

Somewhere in the back, a forklift beeped and groaned. A bored-looking sheep in overalls leaned on a counter, clipboard in hand, ticking off a list without much enthusiasm.

-Baaahh…

Wolf approached the sheep.

-Hello, I'm Wolf.

-Bahh.

-Yes… Right. She IS here, right?

The sheep nodded.

-Great!

Fox swallowed hard. He swore he could hear Mother giggling from beyond the grave. It wouldn't be past her to pull the strings even from the very depths of hell just to torment him. Because this familiar pattern was very much like her scheme. Like her plot. Her ultimate, definitive "I told you so".

Why was he thinking about Mother? There was no use in it right now. Yet he couldn't escape it. The very thought resurfaced from the corners of his mind.

Mother had always been there to remind him of his incompetence, of his shortcomings. Her voice always carried a hint of mockery, or utter disappointment. And the worst part. Not once had she been wrong. Except for one thing. That he needed to be part of something, of someone.

He was one independent, successful, renowned, genius, fabulous, slender, millionaire Fox. He did NOT need to be part of anyone's life. Mother was obviously wrong.

Yet… that skimmed milk, the words from that boy, haunted him, as if it were some sort of Faustian deal he was now paying for. Was he still Mother's little puppet? Was he still Mother's obedient little pup? OF COURSE HE WAS NOT.

Fox shook his head. He had to remain calm, to shove Mother into the very depths of his subconscious. He had to quickly think of something else.

-Let's go, Fox, time to meet her!

-Coming!

Wolf walked further into the depot, his tail wagging.

-So, are you ready to meet her?

Fox rolled his eyes.

-Thrilled.

-W-was that sarcasm?

-No, not at all. I AM very thrilled, actually.

-Then prepare to get your mind blown, buddy!!!

Waiting in the next room, there she was. A pure-bred grey wolf, the same as Wolf himself, but where he was a warm mess of fur, she was all sharp lines and quiet command.

She was tall with sleek and well-kept fur despite the salt and the long crossing, a darker grey at the muzzle. She wore a worn leather jacket over heavy work overalls, sleeves rolled to the elbow, a clipboard tucked under one arm and a set of keys hanging from her belt.

Wolf looked on in awe, shivering with emotion, his eyes now puffy. He struggled to take a step, then another.

She was wheeling a bike, a big black cruiser, low-slung and heavy. It was a Harley-Davidson Fat Boy. 

-S-STELLA!

Wolf's voice was cracking. He sprang, rushing towards her.

-You have no idea how much I missed you!

Fox followed, stiffening, certain the she-wolf was about to be swept off her feet.

But Wolf brushed straight past her and threw his arms around the bike.

-Oh, Stella! My baby girl! My killing machine, my everything!

Fox's eyes widened. His jaw dropped.

-I am utterly confused. Wolf, care to explain what is going on?

The female wolf, not Stella apparently, cleared her throat.

-Aren't you two here for a pickup?

Wolf sat up straight, wiping his eyes.

-Y-Yeah, I-I'm the owner.

Fox sighed, a very long sigh.

-Now, wait a minute. Who is Stella?

Wolf patted the bike.

-This is Stella, my bike. She is my youngest girl. I got her in 1998.

-Then who is she?

The female wolf fixed her hair and giggled.

-I'm Misty Dentity, boys. You two are kinda funny, you know.

-I'm Fox. Delighted.

-I-I'm Wolf, it's a pleasure. Thank you for bringing my baby girl to England safely.

-The pleasure is mine, Wolf. It was an honour to take care of this beauty. Look at her, the safest, warmest ride in all Canada, and with style. But something piqued my interest. You changed the exhaust. Why?

She leant against the bike and against Wolf, taking a closer look at the exhaust. Fox raised an eyebrow. Wolf's ears perked up. He leant closer.

-Oh, you noticed that?

-I noticed many things. You changed the original pipe, and it looks quite clean. You're silencing your girl.

-Yeah, I gave her a muffler and a quieter core too. I regularly check the muffler's fibres.

Misty gave him a smile, then giggled as she stood up.

-Let me guess. You wanted to be able to howl louder than your bike.

-What? No. Well, now that you mention it, I could try it…

Wolf shook his head.

-I made it quieter for the pups. When I changed my older bike for Stella, Simon and Barry were still very young. They needed to sleep, so I took a couple of steps.

-That's adorable! Your wife must be very lucky.

Wolf let out a nervous giggle.

-Oh, eh, I'm a single father. She, ehm… It didn't work out.

Fox's ears perked. His eyes went directly towards Misty's hands. Much like any wolf's, unrefined, greasy, at least hers were decently painted. But there was another problem. There wasn't any ring on those hands.

Misty's eyes widened.

-I can't believe it! Well, some women can't appreciate a real wolf, can they?

-Yeah… Well. So… Do you work here in England?

Both Wolf and Misty were leaning against Stella, their hands dangerously close to each other.

-Oh no, really, no. I'm on vacation actually. Well, no, not really, yet. You see, I'm on my last shift, and THEN I start my vacation. Can you believe it? I saved quite some money for travelling by just doing a bit of extra work.

-Hey, that's great! Things are working out for ya. Now, where do I sign?

Misty approached a desk. She picked up a pen and a sheet of paper. Wolf wasted no time signing the paperwork.

-Right here and it's yours for the taking. You know, my shift is over in an hour. I've got nothing much to do other than some paperwork and carrying some stuff around. After that, I'm free.

Fox frowned. The boldness, the audacity of this unrefined, dirty, poor excuse for a lady.

Wolf gave her the paper and the pen, then picked up Stella.

-I'm happy for you, Misty. I hope you enjoy your stay here in England.

-Sure, I'm just… I don't know. I would feel a lot more comfortable if I had a guide to show me around. Someone from Canada would be awesome.

-I-Uhm…

Wolf smiled, a kind, gentle smile.

-Misty, I'm more than happy to help you.

Fox froze in place, his gaze locked in shock, staring at Wolf.

-Wolf? Wha—

-Two blocks down the road, then one to the left, and you'll find an amazing tourist information post. I'm more than sure they can offer you a nice guide and a tour there. Thank you for the delivery and have a nice stay, Misty.

Wolf turned around, wheeling Stella away, leaving both Fox and Misty speechless.

Fox turned to the female.

-Have a good evening, my good lady, and welcome to England.

Wolf waited for Fox on the street, his tail wagging happily. The moon had already taken its place in the sky and the sun had set. A spark of moonlight was reflecting in Wolf's eyes.

-What do you think?

-I think you need to treat your bike like a bike and not like a… lady, for a start.

-No way, she is my girl! Now, come on, hop on. Let's go home.

-Uhm, Wolf? Isn't it quite a cold night for a ride like this?

-Oh yeah. Here.

Wolf took off his leather jacket and placed it on top of Fox, who just froze in place.

-There. That should do it. Now—

-W-WAIT, OO-AAAHH—

Wolf picked up Fox in his arms and carried him to Stella. He gently placed him on the back seat.

-There you go. You look great in that jacket. You need to get one like this.

-Oh, please.

Wolf sat on Stella and started the engine. The sound of the motor was loud and imposing. The bike vibrated, shaking both of them, giving them a fair warning of the adventure to come. Wolf took Fox's hands and guided them towards his own chest, getting him into a hug.

-Now hold on tight! And I mean it!

-You don't need to tell me twice.

He leant against him, resting his snout against Wolf's back. He could feel his own heart beating fast. How exciting it was. Fox could taste the adventure already.

Talking of tasting, he hadn't forgotten his debt to Simon. He owed the boy a pizza, and he shall pay. 

-Ah! Wolf! On the way to your house, we have to pick up some pizza. With extra pepperoni.

-Roger. Now, are you ready, Fox?

-No… Not reallAAAAAAAAHHH—

Wolf accelerated, blasting into the streets. Fox screamed, holding even tighter onto Wolf. He could hear him laugh. The wild rushed through his fur. He curled against the wolf. An occasional lurch, and the laws of physics attempted to throw him off the bike.

-There! There, there! We aren't going too fast, Fox! And we are now on the road! It won't shake much anymore! Just breathe!

Fox did just that. He breathed. Wolf's cologne surrounded all around him, along with the scent of sea and leather. He forced his muscles to relax.

-I can tell you have your eyes closed! Open them, take a look to your right!

And so he did.

The full moon gracefully shone in the sky, bathing the sea in moonlight. The shore was sparkling with city lights, like an early Christmas without the snow. In front of them, the dark forest awaited, revealed only by Stella's light. They were alone on the road, just the two of them.

-I must admit! This is… surprisingly nice!

He leant further against Wolf.

-And comfortable…

-Thank you, Fox! You know! I know today I really pushed the limits of our friendship… I know I may have asked a lot. But I want to let you know that I'm grateful!

-I'm honoured! But Wolf, my dear, it was nothing, really!

-I-I'm sorry, it's just…

-Wolf! Let us enjoy the ride. Today you did absolutely everything right.

-No, not everything— OWWW—

Fox pinched Wolf.

-Enjoy the ride.

-Sorry— OWW.

With the wolf silenced, he rested his own head against Wolf's shoulder, looking at the road ahead. That was quite comfortable. Surely he would have to fix his fur once they arrived, but it was a price worth paying.

He was enjoying himself. How did this happen? A bit too much, perhaps. He had to be rational. Wasn't his whole dilemma about his base instinct, about the competition Stella would bring? It turned out she was a bike and Wolf was an idiot, like always… He should be happy. He was… happy.

Then the grip on Wolf loosened. He sat up straight. He put some distance between their hips.

He was not supposed to be happy. How utterly foolish he was. But of course. He fell for it. Mother. She was LAUGHING from her tomb, shaking the maggots and worms away.

Cold. So cold. The chilling wind swept between him and Wolf. He shivered. His body urged him to close the distance again, to seek a source of warmth. But he would not let Mother win. NEVER.

While Stella was a bike, Misty was a dashing lady, an unrefined, disgusting one, but she didn't need to match his tastes. She was triggering  the very same instincts Stella had triggered. It was quite the horrendous experience, but a needed one. Misty was quite the fit for Wolf. As much as it made him want to vomit, he should point out to the oblivious wolf that he could find a new partner in the she-wolf.

And that would be the ultimate proof to Mother that he had won. That he didn't need to be part of anyone's life. He had that skimmed milk, but he didn't need it. He did not need it.

But heaven saved him, he wanted it.

Suddenly, Wolf hit the brakes, pushing Fox forwards against him.

-And what did you do that for?

-Sorry! But hey, I told you to hold tight!

-Yes, right…

Later that night, Wolf and Fox arrived at Wolf's home, Fox carrying a pair of pizza boxes.

-Wolf. Before we go in. A quick word?

-What is it?

-What did you think about Misty, the she-wolf from the port? Was she… dashing?

-This isn't like you… What is going on?

-Oh, nothing. It is just, as a friend, I couldn't help but—

-You think I'm too stupid to realise she was making a move, don't you?

Fox's eyes widened.

-Well… Not exactly like that. I was merely going to suggest—

-Fox, I knew what she was doing. I think she was a great wolf.

-I am once again confused. Think of the boys, they could have a maternal—

-Fox, no. Stop it. Even if it would be great for the boys, I was banished. My family is PAYING me to stay away. Any wolf who forms a relationship with me is going to be tainted forever. I am a failure, Fox. I don't deserve that.

-Wolf, we talked about this. You know very—

-I know I have the potential to earn my place back! But that 's it. Potential. Potential isn't everything, Fox. It's just a spark of hope that lets you know that, at least, someday, you could be happy. But not today.

Wolf parked Stella further inside his house. He pulled out a plastic sheet and covered her.

Fox sighed. He looked at Wolf's tail. It was no longer moving. Wolf turned as he opened the door.

-Come on, Fox! The boys are starving.

-Right, coming…

---

The next day, Lucy stormed into the kitchen holding the bag of paints.

-Dad! I need to talk to you.

She then placed the paints on the table.

-These are not the colours I asked for! What is this even?!

-Lucy, calm down. I picked just the right thing!

-What do you mean, you picked the right thing? I gave you and Terrapin a list.

-Yes, well, the list was wrong.

Lucy glared at her father, puffing her cheeks. Rabbit avoided her gaze.

-I uhm… It wasn't wrong, was it?

-No, dad.

-And tell me, Lucy, when you think of your father, do you think of some strong, powerful rabbit?

Rabbit flexed with his chin up, imitating the military pose of Snowy Commando.

-No, dad.

-So it's not as if I'm not the man from the sculpture, is it?

-Yes, dad.

-AHA! I KNEW—Oh… clever girl…

Rabbit's ears dropped as he sighed. Lucy groaned.

-I can't believe this, dad! I can't win the competition with Snowy Commando wearing a flowery shirt!

Rabbit placed his hands on his hips.

-Hey, I'll let you know these are very fashionable!

-He is a commando!

-Oh, alright. I'll make a run for it to see if the store is still open.

Maybe he wasn't a muscular commando, but he sure was fast. He glanced at the time. It was half past twelve. Maybe a bit tight on time, but he would make it.

No, this time he had to make it. He had failed his daughter, and as a parent he would at least set an example by owning up to his mistakes. He could even pass it off as a lesson!

He opened the door. Terrapin was arriving, holding a pair of paint cans.

-Oh, hello!

He let himself in, as he always did, without a care in the world.

-Hello, Terrapin! Make yourself comfortable. I need to make a quick run to the art shop and—

-Don't worry, Mr. Commando. I have a lot of green paint at home.

Lucy emerged from the kitchen. She smiled brightly.

-Terrapin, hi! Yes! Thank you, my saviour!

Rabbit closed the door. He crossed his arms.

-Well, that saved us a lot of trouble! Although I could use a bit less of an "in your face" attitude, if possible.

-Just let me check something.

Terrapin wore a smug grin, because of course the short amphibian was enjoying it.

-Did he apologise?

Lucy crossed her arms. She stared at her father.

-No. He didn't.

-Wa-He-Th—

Terrapin smirked.

-In your face, Mr. Commando.

Rabbit rolled his eyes. Of course he was sorry. He had, once again, messed it up.

He sighed, looking at Lucy. He forced himself to meet her eyes this time. This one sure was hard.

-I'm sorry. I let my ego get the better of me.

-It's better… at least.

-But just so you know, I didn't apologise earlier because I had to blast off to the store before they closed.

Both Terrapin and Lucy rolled their eyes. Rabbit raised his arms.

-Hey, give this Rabbit some credit! It's true.

Terrapin scanned the room until he found the papier mâché sculpture. He placed the paints with the others.

-So, what's for lunch today? Military rations?

She giggled as she picked up a paintbrush.

-He probably stuffed some cabbage into a can and called it a ration.

Lucy laughed. Terrapin looked at her for a second and then joined her. Rabbit rolled his eyes.

-Will you get over it?

Lucy placed a glass of water on the table as she exchanged glances with Terrapin.

-We'll think about that.

Rabbit scoffed. He turned around.

-I'll get lunch ready for both of you. And just so you know, it's Welsh rarebit!

He had half a mind to double down. Serve a plate with just a can of carrots. But no, he had to be a nice rabbit. Just the mental image of their faces had to suffice.

He giggled. He found it hilarious. But he had to make lunch. He gathered his ingredients and started to cook.

He let a saucepan heat, dropping in a piece of butter that was right size to him. Then he added some flour, mustard, onion, cheddar, and his special touch, a pinch of pepper and dried oregano to make it more "exotic".

He stirred the mix while glancing from the kitchen towards Lucy and Terrapin. They had rearranged the living room. They had a workstation set up for painting and the table set for lunch, both ready 

They even had the twins sitting in their chairs, playing with their toys.

They barely fit in their chairs. Poor things, they were getting chubby already. Was he overfeeding them? Of course not. That would be Lucy's fault. He should have a word with her later.

He took another glance at Lucy. She had set up the workstation perfectly around the sculpture. No piece of furniture would ever catch a hint of a drop of paint. She had even placed some newspaper on the walls too. Wasn't that a bit too much?

As he tilted his head, his gaze reached Terrapin, and he had the answer to his question.

He turned back to his cooking. He poured some milk into it, stirring it while catching the scent of mustard, onion and cheese.

However, he found himself once more glancing at the twins. His mind wouldn't let it go. Were they really chubby? Didn't they seem bigger?

Peter and Emily were playing with their baby bottles, pointing them at each other. They giggled with the chirping sound they always made.

-Those chairs aren't fitting you, are they?

Rabbit approached the twins. They were indeed not chubby, but adorable little rabbits that were just bigger.

-You two sure are…

He didn't want to finish that phrase.

-Growing…

He then looked at Lucy. Didn't she look taller now? It had happened once, twice and many times. It always caught him off guard.

He shook his head. He rushed back to the kitchen so it wouldn't burn. He turned off the heat. It was dry, but it wasn't ruined. He quickly took the sauce away and prepared some toasted bread.

Rabbit let out a long, heavy sigh. He couldn't shake the thought from his mind. The children were growing, and Lucy would stop being an innocent girl one day.

-Well, it's not tomorrow. She's only 10. Oh, Rabbit, don't let your mind get to ya!

He forced a smile and a laugh for himself. Despite that, an invisible twist formed in his stomach.

---

Wolf and Fox were cooking in Wolf's kitchen. They were wearing their own aprons. Fox boiled some sprouts while Wolf was slicing some bacon.

-I'm not sure about this. The boys won't like it as much.

-You have two growing pups. I believe they need to eat something other than pizza from time to time.

-But we had ratatouille yesterday.

-Oh, please, you know what I mean.

-I suppose so…

The vulpine glanced at the window and then at the bag of sprouts.

-Ah, Wolf, I believe there is a sheep awfully close to where you parked Stella.

-What?! Oh no, they won't do anything to my girl!

Wolf rushed to the door with his kitchen knife in hand, knocking Simon over in the process, who landed with a growl on the ground.

-Grrrr! Watch it, dad! Oww…

He turned to the fridge to pick up a bottle of milk. Fox poured a whole bag of Brussels sprouts on the food with a gentle smile. Simon's eyes widened. A growl came out. He poured milk into his glass and stormed off.

Wolf came back. He had some dirt on his face. Fox tilted his head and raised an eyebrow.

-What hap—

-I saw movement. I thought Stella was in danger.

Wolf's eyes were flat with exasperation. He groaned as he kept slicing the bacon.

-So I pounced to save my girl. It was a newspaper being carried by the wind.

-Oh dear…

-But hey, now I've got a 5% off coupon! Uhm, they won't mind a hole in it, will they?

Fox rolled his eyes and kept cooking.

---

scene 8

Lucy, Terrapin and Rabbit were painting together. Rabbit was humming as he painted the Snowy Commando statue.

-Look at this statue! A marvellous work of art! Lucy, you're going to win this competition!

-I know. I tell you, dad, the other statues are bad.

Lucy turned to Terrapin. His cake sculpture shone with new colours against the usual white.

-Terrapin! That looks fantastic! The chocolate and the strawberry have a realistic touch! It's making me a bit hungry… It's perfect!

-It's a pleasure, Lucy. I'm always glad to help. Now let's keep at it!

Rabbit scoffed.

-Look here, Lucy! See how alive Snowy Commando is looking?

Lucy leaned towards the statue. A mix of greens and yellow fur bathed the figure.

-I suppose… 

-I was expecting more of a… ah, never mind.

Lucy went back to her own work. Rabbit couldn't help but take another look at Terrapin's cake. He frowned.

-Oh, look at the time!

Rabbit stood up.

-We have been doing such great work. Let us have a nice cup of tea.

He started to walk. As he walked past Terrapin, he stomped on his flipper, making the amphibian scream and smear paint across the cake. He let out a sigh as he shook his head.

Rabbit left the kettle on the heat as he searched for the tea bags. He found himself unable to find them.

-Uhm! Lucy! Where are the tea bags? Did you move them?

-I put them in the top drawer! Next to—ah, I'll get it for you.

-Now, hold on, what do you mean, "top drawer"?

Lucy placed a chair. Climbing up, she reached the drawers and pulled out the tea bags.

-Sorry, I left them there in a hurry.

She put the chair back in its place and left, leaving Rabbit with the tea bags in his hand and a blank stare.

-She never reached the top drawer like that before…

The sound of boiling water from the kettle brought him back to reality. He prepared the tea for everyone. He brought some scones and cream.

Rabbit emerged from the kitchen with the three cups and two separate plates with scones.

-Here is a good afternoon tea, with delicious scones, for my winning daughter, for my hardworking self. And you, Terrapin, I guess.

He placed the drinks for everyone and the scone plate in the middle.

-And this one here is special for you, Terrapin.

-Oh, how—

Terrapin found a scone landing directly in his face, leaving him covered in cream.

-Oops! Clumsy me!

-Daaad!

Rabbit shrugged.

-It was an accident! Now, here, Terrapin, have a scone.

He was about to smear a scone onto the amphibian's face when, suddenly, a loud, bursting engine noise started. It sounded almost like an explosion. Rabbit jumped back, tripping on his chair and falling to the ground with a scone on his face.

Terrapin jumped out of the chair and rushed to hide behind the sofa.

-WAAAAA! IT'S AN INVASION!!!

Rabbit stood up, brushing the cream off his face. The bursting engine noise faded into a dimmer rumble.

-Terrapin, no one is invading. That is Wolf's bike!

Lucy covered her ears.

-Ugh, it's so noisy!

Terrapin emerged from behind the sofa.

-A bike? Uh. Why does he want a bike?

-I don't know, but he seems obsessed with it. Come, you can see it from the window.

Terrapin approached the window to see Wolf working on his bike. His hands were busy on the exhaust pipe.

-Woaah… It's beautiful.

-It is, yes, but you're not supposed to say that!

-Hey, I can like a bike! Look at it!

-And somehow that bike got even louder just now.

-Daaad, Terrapiiiin!

Lucy groaned as she pointed at the workstation. Rabbit nodded.

-Right, sorry!

As they went back to their workplace, Rabbit elbowed Terrapin while pretending to trip once more. Terrapin recoiled, splattering paint drops onto the sculpture and hitting his head against the table.

-Oops, sorry, Terrapin. That was an accident.

-You know, I think I need to recheck the definition of "accident"…

The afternoon went by. They worked on Lucy's project. Terrapin's cake had a nice and vivid colouring. However, it had some imperfections caused by Rabbit's "accidents", which delayed the amphibian's work.

Rabbit scoffed, letting out a sneer.

-Pick up the pace, Terrapin! We have to finish this so we—I mean, Lucy, can win first prize.

Terrapin frowned. He let out a grunt.

-Well, if you didn't have so many "accidents" today…

-You're just looking for excuses. I know you're slow, but come on, Terrapin.

-Hey, I'm not slow!

-Yes, you are! Why do you think you're always on the lookout during the cabbage raids? Or why do you think I'm in charge of planning the routes, predicting Wolf and Fox's traps? Because you're slow!

Terrapin jumped down from his chair.

-That does it! I'm sick and tired of this. I'm sorry, Lucy, but I can't work like this.

Rabbit recoiled a bit, his eyes widening slightly.

-Terrapin, listen…

-I want to be treated with some respect, from my best friend. If you want to finish it, then do it yourself!

-Terrapin, wait!

The amphibian stormed out of the house, leaving both rabbits speechless. Lucy sighed.

-I know what you're doing, dad. You are picking on poor Terrapin because he is a better painter than you.

Rabbit waved his hand.

-Oh, please, Lucy, it's not that! And don't worry, he'll be back.

-Look at how good the cake looks! And look at your Snowy Commando! I don't know if he's wearing a camouflage suit or a rotten lettuce!

-Hey! It's not—

-Terrapin is the better painter and I need him. And I'm not talking to you until he's back!

Lucy stomped her foot as she stormed to her room, giving him one final glare before she went upstairs.

Rabbit let himself drop onto the couch.

-Oh, I've done it again…

He facepalmed as he rested his head in his hands.

While Terrapin walked away from Rabbit's house, an engine roared to life. He rushed to hide in the bushes.

Wolf arrived on his bike. The chromed metal shone with power in contrast to the black and blue of the rest of the bike. Terrapin's jaw dropped as it rolled into the neighbour's garden. The surrounding sheep stared at Wolf's bike with admiration.

A call. He was terrified but thrilled. Wolf was already inside with some shopping bags. The bike was there, calling to him. 

He crept from the bushes, sticking to the fence until he reached it. Looking at it from up close, it was even more beautiful. He touched it. He could feel its power, its imposing aura.

Terrapin imagined himself on a bike, wearing sunglasses and a leather jacket that would make his shell look like a war tank.

Then a bark brought him back to reality.

-WAAAAAAAAH!!!

He realised he was standing right outside a wolf's den. He ran away, terrified that he would be eaten.

Behind him, Wolf emerged with a tarp, alongside Fox.

-MY GIRL! SOMEONE TOUCHED YOU!!!

-Wolf… It's just as you left it. Aren't you exaggerating a bit?

-Look here! FINGERPRINTS! I think…?

Wolf pointed at a particular spot. Fox glanced at it and could just about make out the faint trace of a touch. He rolled his eyes.

-I don't see anything important.

He headed back inside, leaving Wolf to desperately clean up the fingerprints.

---

It was a cold afternoon. Wolf had just arrived from a quick grocery run. He took care of Stella, since he had found out a fingerprint had stained his precious girl.

He scanned his living room. Simon, as always, was playing with his video game. Maybe he should take it away. He didn't know how many hours he had been on that game. He had once been there himself, lost in a game for too long. But the thought of being rough with his pup was abhorrent.

What surprised him was Fox and Barry sitting together. His chest swelled with joy, a joy he didn't know why he was feeling, nor did he deserve to feel it.

At least not yet. He forced himself to remember that. It was rare to see Barry so focused. He was piling up his sculpture, giving it some kind of shape.

Wolf couldn't help but wonder what Barry was making. Was it an alien colony with psychic powers? Perhaps a mutant wolf seeking revenge? Or could it be a horrific abomination, one his son had managed to grasp from an interdimensional being, and now he was going to bring endless horrors beyond anyone's imagination just by looking at it and asking, "What is that?"

-Barry, no. That's— ugh. Listen, dear boy, I believe we are getting nowhere…

Fox let out a sigh, shaking his head and his eyes sunken. The usual tired expression he wore when his patience ran short.

-This demands a change in approach. Barry, bring me a piece of paper and a pen.

-Okay, Mr. Fox!

Barry rushed towards his room. The pup wagged his tail happily as he went up the stairs. Wolf’s own tail started to wag as well, although slowly.

Right, he had to be a good host.

-Would you like a cup of tea? Two sugars and a dash of skimmed milk, as you like it.

-Delighted. Thank you. While you're at it, can you bring me an aspirin?

-But you already took one when I told you about the salmon dream I had yesterday.

-Oh, right…

Wolf turned towards the kitchen. He stopped at the door.

-Oh, and… Fox.

-Yes?

-Thank you for helping Barry out.

-It's nothing, really.

Soon Barry arrived with his paper and pencil. He quickly placed his tools on the table.

-Are we doing drawings, Mr. Fox?

-Indeed we are, Barry. This… um…

-Mutant Alien General

-Tell me, you had drawn them before, hadn't you? Can you draw them for me now? Both generals, and, uh, was there a family?

-Yes, General Xorath's family!

-So these eggs here are Xorath's children?

-No! They are not that! Here, let me draw them!!!

Fox's eyes widened. Finally, the pup would be able to produce a recognisable shape.

Barry managed to draw some kind of small alien creature, but with a canine shape. Its head had five eyes that formed a flower. On its back, it had a pair of tentacles. The rest shared a similar shape to a regular canine.

Cold wind on Fox’s legs. It was Barry's tail that was swinging fast.

-Here, Mr. Fox, look! This is Bu Bu! See? See? That's what she looks like!

The mutant alien now had a pair of green trousers and long hair. Next to it, Barry was already working on another alien.

Fox examined the egg-shaped sculpture that was supposed to be Bu Bu. Quite different from the drawing. It was safe to assume the same would be true for the rest.

-Here is Amath! The big brother! Look, Mr. Fox!

-I am looking, Barry.

Amath was just the same as Bu Bu, but slightly bigger and with longer fangs on his snout.

-It's certainly… taller…

Wolf arrived from the kitchen with a tray full of cookies, two cups of hot chocolate, and two cups of tea.

-Gather 'round, everyone! I've got cookies!

Simon rushed towards Wolf, dropping his game to pick up his afternoon snack. Barry didn't seem to notice. He was focused on drawing.

While Fox took the tea and set the hot chocolate down for Barry next to him, Wolf sat down across from Fox, next to his pup.

-H-He-He barely focuses like this!

-Barry is expressing his passion. It's rather easy for a child to focus when exploring their own project.

Fox glanced at the drawings. He was drawing now large, towering, muscular aliens with axes, shields and heavy armour.

Wolf approached Fox across the table, his snout pointing towards the vulpine's ear.

-Hey, Fox, what if he's not just making a comic? What if he's actually shaping something, and once he finishes it, the horrors unleashed will melt our minds and—OWWW

Fox kicked his leg as he rolled his eyes.

-Just drink your tea, and be happy about your son—

-Oh, hi, dad! What are you two doing so close?

Barry interrupted, tilting his head, his little eyes looking curiously at his father. Wolf almost jumped back in his seat.

-B-Barry! It's nothing. I-I—

Fox rolled his eyes.

-It was something stuck in my ear. Nothing to worry about. Now, why don't you show us what the two soldiers are?

-They are Generals!

-Right…

Barry picked up the drawings. Wolf nervously glanced towards Fox, who glared back at him.

-Look, dads, this is Garth! And this is Xorath!

-Son, why does Garth have a flower on his chest?

-Because he likes flowers, and he decorates his armour with flowers!

-But isn't that a bit unwolflike—AAOWWW! Stop hitting me!

-Carry on, dear.

-And this is Xorath!

While Garth had a more black and red armour, with a hint of white, Xorath carried a green and blue one.

Fox had a sip of his tea. He looked closely at the drawings.

-Barry, they belong to the same army, don't they? The same team?

-Yes, aha!

-Then why do they wear such different attire from each other?

-Because… um… I dunno.

-An army wears the same uniform to symbolize the union they share. Maybe you should do the same with them. They both fight for the same cause, don't they?

-Yes, they do. And what you say makes sense. I didn't know about that! Thank you, Mr. Fox, but now I don't know what uniform to pick.

-The answer is rather easy, Barry. Pick one of the generals.

-Ooohh!

-Now. Imagine, my dear boy. One image, Garth arriving at the scene, his stare fixed on his dearest friend Xorath. Fill in the rest, Barry! Draw the picture from the very depths of your heart!

-I'm sorry, Mr. Fox, but I can't see my own heart…

-No, that's— Imagine what I said. Now, complete the scene. Ask yourself, why is Garth looking at Xorath?

-I don't know. Why?

-Because he just saved his family.

-Ooooh!

-Think about it. And while you are at it, drink your hot chocolate. It's getting cold.

Barry's eyes widened. A steaming chocolate milk with cookies was next to him.

-Woah! When did this get here?

-Son, I brought them here for you.

-Cool! Thank you, dad!

The night arrived sooner than expected. Fox and Barry worked on capturing the scene. The vulpine guided the young wolf with questions rather than directly telling him what to do.

The drawing had General Garth arriving at a prison, his eyes fixed on a knelt Xorath. Behind Garth, the two small aliens rushed forward, dragging broken chains.

The sculpture was pieced together. Garth had taken shape, but the rest… Xorath was only a head. Finally, the children there were nothing, just the two egg-shaped figures that Barry initially insisted were them.

Wolf came down the stairs. He minded his walk to make the least noise possible. Fox turned to the wolf, then to the sculpture.

-I have to admit, the situation is quite dire, but not hopeless.

Fox let himself drop on the sofa, sprawling on it with a yawn. Wolf followed him, sitting next to him.

-Hey! It's coming along very nicely! You've really helped him out!

-However… This is not how I had thought I would spend my Saturday night.

-The night is still young, Fox, the kids are already fed and sleeping. I think there's time for some fun.

Fox rested his head on the sofa. He sighed, looking at the ceiling. His eyes grew heavy.

-I'm quite tired.

-Oh… Well… Would you like to watch TV?

-Yes, I think there is quite a charming show at this hour. I believe it's about some people trying to imitate famous singers.

Fox was interrupted by a yawn escaping his snout. He shook his head.

-Of course they fail miserably, but their attempts are rather amusing.

Wolf picked the remote control and turned on the TV.

-I was thinking about another technique to catch Rabbit.

Fox composed himself, turning to Wolf.

-Wolf, if you don't mind. Can it wait until tomorrow?

-O-oh… Sorry.

Suddenly something warm and fluffy against his shoulder. It was Fox, leaning against him.

-O-OOoh… You're… doing that again… aren't you?

Wolf got no response from his companion. Fox had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

His heart raced, like a drum in his chest about to burst out from his neck. He forced his muscles to relax. If he was tense, he was going to make Fox uncomfortable.

The canine shifted his position, placing Fox against his belly, making his own body a better pillow.

Was this alright? He had to be a good host. Fox helped his son a lot. He was a great friend. But that's it… He was just a great friend.

Wolf stared at the sleeping Fox, watching how his chest rose with each breath… Oh, he was just a great friend that really liked physical contact.

He remembered that beautiful wolf, Misty, how he wanted to be her guide, to feel young, to have a mother for the kids.

But he had to turn her down. Sooner or later, she would be disappointed and leave him.

However… Hadn't someone already seen his flaws, his most pathetic side?

That someone was now sleeping against him.

Wolf's arm moved on its own. He was about to place it on Fox's chest. But stopped.

He didn't deserve it.

At least he didn't yet. Forcing himself to remember while placing his arm on top of the sofa.

---

The next day started with a cold morning, yet the sun shone brightly in the sky. The forest encircled the garage at the outskirts of town, its green slowly bleeding into yellow.

Terrapin was sitting on top of a bike, a dark green Harley-Davidson Sportster. He was in awe as he held the handlebars.

-It's… so beautiful! So… powerful!

Both of them were dwarfed by a sheep with sunglasses, stained with black oil and dirt. He had a dirty rag tied around his upper arm.

-Baaahhh!

Terrapin scoffed.

-Of course I know. It's been a long time, but I know.

-Baahh?

-I'll take that test tomorrow morning. Now, if you'll excuse me…

-Baah! Bahh!

Terrapin retreated into his shell. He came out with a pair of sunglasses and a black leather jacket. He smirked as he started the engine.

The sheep facepalmed and knelt, pointing at the engine of the bike.

-Baahh! Baaahh!

-Thank you, sir, I'll take care of this baby! I'll think of a name!

The sheep shook his head furiously.

-Now how do I change into first gear?

The bike jolted. Suddenly Terrapin blasted off down the road ahead.

-WOOAAAHHAAAHHH

The bike roared as it accelerated, Terrapin screamed trying to regain control. He had managed to steer back into balance. The sheep rushed behind Terrapin, waving his arms, calling for him, but the terrapin disappeared into the distance. The mechanic facepalmed as he shook his head, getting back to his garage.

The amphibian was resorting to muscle memory. The adrenaline sharpened his senses. A rush of nostalgia and joy ran through his veins as the cold wind swept across his face.

An image of his youth came to him, back when his brother Colin was still around. His brother was on his way to being the superstar he would become, but that Colin was still a humble one. He had that Honda, and they would take turns riding it. The bike wasn't for show. It was simply because Colin needed better transportation around town.

He found himself thanking Barbara, that giant tortoise, for how much that woman had changed his life. It was because of her that he learned how to ride. It was a bit of a shameful start as… the Honda was an S-Honda, much like his current S-Harley, designed for smaller animals like himself, not for GIANT tortoises.

But she found it cute. That was what mattered. At least when he could use the bike, he could ride from school to her house and spend the afternoon. Those were the lovely days.

Terrapin sighed as the sweet memory turned bittersweet. She had dumped him for some armadillo with a far better looking “shell” than his. Just when someone had noticed him. He was simply tossed aside, then she returned to her country. That was it. 

He shook his head. It was a perfect day. He was about to be a new terrapin, a Terrapin that was going to be respected by his family and friends. That bike was his monolith for that change.

He grinned, happy and hopeful as he rode into town. He sure was going to be one happy Terrapin.

Terrapin was riding through town, winking at the sheep that would stare at him. However, the sunglasses he was wearing were hiding the gesture, leaving the sheep confused and awkwardly walking away.

He blasted through, making the bike's engine roar. The sheep recoiled at the noise the bike made.

He dived into the forest, heading home, when suddenly the engine stopped.

-Wh-what?!

Terrapin was shocked. His heart started to pound hard in his chest. He immediately started the engine again.

-This can't be happening, please!

The engine cranked and started back up.

-Oh, there we go! You gave me a scare!

But then, the bike stopped again.

-Nooo!

Terrapin tried to start the bike over and over again. It would run for a second, then stop, until it finally stopped moving altogether.

-No! No no no no!

Terrapin tried to start the engine, but the bike only cranked.

-Owww! Why?! Why can't I have anything good?!

Terrapin sat down next to the bike. He placed his glasses on the ground beside him and covered his eyes. He tried not to. But tears started to flow against his will.

Why would this happen to him? What did he do wrong? Of course his way to change, his way to earn some respect back, would not work. How stupid did he look now? He glanced at the bike's mirror, but he did not dare stare at it for long.

Suddenly, in the distance, another bike howled its presence. Its engine was smoother than his. He didn't bother to look at it. 

The other bike stopped accelerating. The sound remained constant. How odd, but then again, he didn't want to deal with it.

-Hey! What's the problem, buddy?

Suddenly the bike's crackling stopped. Footsteps thudded in front of him. He opened his eyes. Nothing but dark. He was inside his shell. He didn't have the energy to come out.

-Buddy? Are you okay?

Someone tapped his shell. The voice was familiar, but he couldn't recall who it was. Couldn't this stranger let him feel miserable and go?

-Your tires look fine. Is it the brakes?

How annoying this stranger was. It was better to tell him the truth so he could go away. There was nothing he could do anyway.

-I bought a bike today, and it's already broken. It won't start. I was scammed. I'm an idiot…

-It doesn't look broken to me. Everything looks fine. Do you mind if I take a closer look at your… Boy? Girl? What is it? What is the name?

-Do I have to name it?

-Yes, of course you should!

-What is even the point? It's garbage!

-Hey, watch it! That's no way to call a Harley!

The steps padded away towards his bike. 

-Tell me, what exactly happened?

-I was riding and everything was normal at first, until it suddenly stopped.

Terrapin's bike cranked.

-I see, it sounds like it's out of gas.

-Well, of course it is, it runs on petrol…

-I mean petrol, yes.

Intense rhythmic sniffing. Terrapin's blood ran cold for a moment.

-It smells like it's low on gas…

-Petrol!

-I know.

Metallic noises, a bump and a shake. Terrapin frowned inside his shell.

-H-Hey, I know I said it's garbage but don't beat it…

-I'm not beating it, listen to it. The tank still has petrol in it.

-It's petrol.

-I know it's gas—Wait, I said petrol.

-You just said gas!

-I said gas because you said petrol when I said petrol!

-I said petrol when you said gas and I said—wait, how was it again?

-I dunno… but it doesn't matter. What matters is that I think I found the problem with your baby, buddy! Let me get my toolbox from my girl.

-B-Baby?

A metallic clatter of tools in a toolbox. Then the stranger got to work.

-You haven't named it yet, so it's like a baby, waiting to know its name for this world. And you just bought it, so it's like a new member of your family. Oh and you have to take care of it, so it IS like a baby.

A metallic clink.

-I knew it! It was the petcock vacuum hose. The clamp's loose, your poor baby was starving, it wasn't getting any fuel.

Metal screeching and then a click.

-There, that should do it!

His bike thundered, shaking his shell. It worked perfectly now.

-You're really kind. Thank you.

-You're welcome, buddy.

The engine silicened.

-We have to always look out for each other. Once you get a Harley, you join a family. Like a second family!

-F-Family?

-You're part of it now! Even if there's no biker club or something like that… but I wish there could be one.

-I'm part of a second family…

-Oh yeah! You are. So uhm… is this normal for you, buddy? You are… just a shell?

-It will take a few minutes.

-I have a few minutes. Besides, this side of the forest is nice.

Dirt rattled around him.

-Why are you inside your shell like this? Are you stuck?

-No, not at all, it's just—

He sighed.

-My life is a mess right now.

-Haha! Wait until you see mine, buddy! My life is also a mess.

-Are you disrespected by your peers?

-Yes!

-Does no one listen to you?

-Yes!

-Do people tell you your shell is stupid?

-Yeeeess!—Oh, wait, no, no to that one. Usually they call ME stupid though.

-Well, that one happens to me too!

-Really?! All the time?!

-Yes! All the time! But I have to tell you, they are going to regret it.

-Why? What are you going to do?

-I'm going to unleash my darker side!

-And how are you going to do it?

-I'm going to— I-I haven't thought about that part yet. But it will be terrifying!

-How about you attach a flamethrower onto your shell, so when you roar, you look like a dragon! That's going to be terrifying!

Terrapin could already imagine it. Running through town, roaring and breathing fire with all the sheep running in fear. That was respect.

-You think so? Sounds a bit dangerous, but I could try.

-Great! Then we have to get you a flamethrower!

-YES!

-Alright, buddy. We have to go. Come on!

Gravel crunched around him. It was time for Terrapin to come out of his shell too.

-Give me a second.

The amphibian emerged from his shell. A pair of glamorous boots shone in contrast to the brown dirt. 

The stranger was surely towering, with a long fluffy tail, strange as that was. When his gaze climbed upward, his heart stopped for a second.

-WO-WO-WOOOOOLF!!!

-Y-YOU!!! IT-IT'S YOU!!!

Wolf was as shocked as Terrapin was. They were pointing at each other. Terrapin went into his shell immediately.

-I'M GOING TO DIE!!! I'M DEAD!!! I'M DEAD!!!

-Hey, now, calm down! I was surprised, that's all.

-YOU WERE PRETENDING TO BE NICE TO ME JUST TO GET ME, DIDN'T YOU?!

-No, hey! Listen—

-I'M NOT TASTY, AND YOUR DUMB FANGS WILL HAVE A LOT OF TROUBLE PIERCING THROUGH MY SHELL, WHICH IS AMAZING BY THE WAY.

-Are you done?

-Just one more, please.

-Oh, right, go on.

-YOU CANNIBAL MONSTER WILL HAVE A SEVERE CASE OF INDIGESTION WHEN YOU'RE DONE WITH ME!!!—Alright, I am done.

-I'm not going to eat you.

-W-what?

-I'm not going to eat you. Terrapin, right?

-Y-yeah?

-I don't eat fellow bikers, alright? We're part of a second family now, remember?

-B-But you were always trying to eat me, trying to catch me!

-Buddy, you were just in the way. I was always after Rabbit. And if it makes you more comfortable, wolves don't hunt terrapins.

-You don't?!

-Your shell is too much trouble and not worth the effort. Besides, if I wanted to eat you, I would have already done so. I knew you were a terrapin, I didn't know you were Terrapin.

-O-oh, yeah, that makes sense…

-You know, I never thought you of all people would understand what it feels like to be underestimated.

-I never thought I would be on speaking terms with a wolf… I never thought I would be understood by a wolf.

-That's the magic of owning a Harley, Terrapin! They bring men together, like fate!

Terrapin slowly came out. Wolf held out his hand. He accepted it and stood up, nervous and shaking.

-There you go, buddy. Deep breaths, deep breaths!

Terrapin breathed in, and then out.

-There ya go. Now, Flamethrower?

-Flamethrower!

---

Rabbit arrived at the swamp where Terrapin lived. The rabbit approached the door and let out a sigh, then knocked.

-Terrapin! Are you there?! Hey, I came to talk to you.

He waited, but got no answer.

-Terrapin?! Are you in your shell? 

Rabbit checked the windows. He didn't find the amphibian.

-What is going on? This isn't like him… TERRAPIN! I know you're in there in your shell! You know I can't leave you there!

Rabbit knocked on the door, almost slammed it. Yet he got no response.

-Alright, that does it! I know I said horrible things, I know I treated you poorly, but I am going to be a good friend and you're going to accept it, so I'm taking my authority as best friend and will break in anyway!

Rabbit tried to open the door with a large stick, but it didn't budge. He fell back along with it.

-Just so you know, I brought some lettuce and pondweed! Come ooon!

Rabbit picked a longer stick. He ran, jumped, and vaulted onto the roof.

-AHA! I've still got it—AAAAAHH

Just when he landed, he slid right through the roof and landed in the mud.

-Ugh… Will it kill you to clean up the moss on your roof?!

Rabbit stood up and frowned. He picked up a rock and looked at the window.

-That's it, I'm going to—

He looked at the rock.

-What am I doing? This is Terrapin's house. I can't break in like this! I'm acting like a total lunatic!

He picked up his stick and pushed the window open.

-Silly me! It's Terrapin. He never locks the windows. Haha!

With a jump, he climbed up

-Here's Rabbit! Terrapin! Come out, I know you're—

His torso was stuck on the window.

-What? What is happening?

He struggled, trying to push himself forward, but he wouldn't budge. He tried to push back, and he wouldn't move either.

-Terrapin, I think I'm stuck here… now would be a nice moment to come out.

His gaze searched the house, only to notice that Terrapin was not there.

-O-Oh dear…

---

Wolf and Terrapin were on the outskirts of town. Terrapin had a flamethrower over his shoulder. Meanwhile, Wolf was circling him with metal chains and duct tape.

-So, have you thought of a name for your baby yet?

-I've been thinking about it. Nothing comes to mind yet…

-Well, why did you get your baby in the first place? We can start from there.

-I wanted to… to change. To be respected. I saw Stella, and she inspired me. Your girl is very nice, I'll tell you that.

Terrapin shifted, getting the pair of chains around his shell.

-And… I feel like I'm just a pet.

-A pet?

-Yes, that's right. A pet, a funny small pet to laugh at. I know I'm not the brightest… or the fastest… or any "est"…

-That happened with my family, you know?

-You were made fun of?

-A lot, yeah, my dad would tell me to grow a spine and be a wolf. And I would try, and the rest of the pack would just… laugh at me.

-Me too! Well, not my pack, I-I don't have a pack but…

-I know what you mean.

-I don't want to be laughed at anymore. I want to change. I'm tired of always being the same terrapin.

-Changing is hard, buddy, let me tell you that.

-Wait a second, I think you are supposed to tell me… "You can do it!" or that sort of speech?

Wolf remained silent as he adjusted the weapon, calibrating it to be above Terrapin's head.

-Anyway. That is why I bought my baby. What about you?

Wolf stopped for a second before he continued.

-When I was a pup, I was always picked last to hunt, I was last for everything really. It was almost as if I wasn't there, and if I dared to howl out of place, the consequences would be… unpleasant.

Terrapin closed his eyes and shook his head.

-P-P-Please don't use the H-word…But! I understand you. I believe you know my brother Colin.

-I remember Fox talking about him, isn't he famous?

-Exactly! Everyone was always looking at him, with his top performances and with his silly voices. And I was… invisible to everyone else. You were invisible to your packmates too?

-Yes, but, I didn't realise it at that time. They were ignoring me because they were protecting me. I-I was a burden, and ignoring me was far better than just telling me that. But my young self wanted to be seen.

-So that's why you bought your bike…did you get in a gang?

-Yeah. It was fun. They were the best! We would ride all across Canada! Share drinks! Sing Karaoke! Help lost souls on the road! Howl to the moon!

-And what happened then?

-I got married.

Wolf took out a black marker and started to paint the duct tape, blending with the leather jacket.

-Do you have a name for your baby now? It's got to be special.

-How about Stellar!

-Hey! No, that's very close to Stella.

-Yeah, but it has an "R".

Terrapin tilted his head.

-How about Dragon!

-Ohh, that's nice, so she's a dragon!

-I think of it more as a "he", it's a boy!

-But wait, you're the dragon, not him…

-Yes, you're right. Oh, I think I got an idea! Nova! Like, supernova!

-Excellent, so it's official! Your boy is Nova, and he's precious!

Wolf gave Terrapin a pat on his back, which made Terrapin fall.

-O-Oh, sorry!

The little amphibian stood up with his chin high.

-It's alright! I'm fine! I've got a boy now, I'm a father!

-Yes! You're a father! A father AND a DRAGON!

Terrapin smiled, raising his chin and flexing his arms, making his chains and weapon shine against the black leather he was wearing on his shell.

-I AM A FATHER AND A DRAGOOON!!!

-Go on! Try the flamethrower! Give us a roar!

Terrapin let out a small roar, unleashing a burst of flames above his head. Wolf burst into laughter.

-YES! HAHA!

Sheep screamed behind him. They started to run away from the scene. Wolf pointed at them.

-Yeah, that's right! Run! There's a new dragon in the forest! And that's Terrapin for ya!

Terrapin looked at the canine, his eyes shining alongside a smirk.

-You know, Wolf, we should form our own biker club. We are two, that should be enough!

-BRILLIANT!

-We can use the garage on the outskirts where I bought Nova, the mechanic is really good!

-EXCELLENT!

-We need a name! How about THE DRAGONS OF THE FOREST!

-PERFECT—Wait no… that doesn't make sense, we're riding bikes. We're not dragons.

-Well, then you pick a name.

-Well… Stella is a star… Nova is also a star, how about Highway Stars!

-I LOVE IT! Then we have to make the club official later. We are the Highway Stars!

Terrapin climbed onto Nova and patted Wolf's shoulder. He smiled back at him, his tail wagging furiously.

-I have to say, Wolf. I'm really thankful to you. You're the best!

-Thanks, little buddy.

-You're not like a wolf at all! You're better.

Wolf's eyes widened. His tail dropped. 

-B-But I AM a wolf…

Wolf murmured. Before he could say anything else, Terrapin was already riding Nova and "spitting fire" around as he was laughing. Wolf quickly jumped on Stella and followed him.

---

Sunday afternoon was a cold yet lazy day. The sun shone brightly. In Wolf's home, Barry was painting his sculpture. The egg-shaped figures now had drawings on them. There was a paper behind the sculpture with a background drawn on it.

How exciting it was! Barry could barely contain his joy. He had never managed to create something like this before. What would Lucy think? She could be mean sometimes, but this time she would be impressed!

Barry looked at his brother, who was playing with his video game. Simon didn't care about his sculpture. But at least he said "Cool". Wasn't that awesome?!

Mr. Fox had a smirk while helping Barry paint the project. He was wearing a ghost costume. Why was that?

-Mr. Fox?

-Barry, if this is about the costume…no, it is not a ghost costume, it's a smock.

-Oooh… That's one big sock, Mr. Fox…

Mr. Fox rolled his eyes with a sigh, shaking his head.

Suddenly, the phone rang. He had just disappointed Mr. Fox. This would be a chance to prove he could be good.

-Oh oh! I'm gonna get it! I'm gonna get it!

Barry rushed to pick up the phone.

-Hello?! Wolf's residence! Barry speaking!

-Ba-Barry?! Hey buddy!

It was his dad! Right! Dad was missing for lunch today! And Mr. Fox was angry about it!

-Oh, hi, dad! Are you still coming to lunch? Because we ate lasagna. We saved a piece. But I think Simon ate it already.

Simon threw a shoe at him. It hit Barry on the head.

-Owww!

-Idiot!

Mr. Fox's eyes widened. He approached quickly.

-Barry! Barry! Listen to me! Please! I-Is Fox still there?

-Mr. Fox? Yes, he is!

-Put Fox on the phone. Okay? I need to talk to him! And it's very important!

Barry looked up at Fox and passed him the phone.

-Dad says he wants to talk to you, and it is very important.

-Of course it is.

Mr. Fox pressed the phone to his ear and sat on the couch.

-Oh hello. Looks like the "lone wolf" decided to make a call. How lovely, so you remember you have two sons to feed after all.

He narrowed his eyes.

-Me? Sarcastic? My dear Wolf, you would— I am not mad. Why would I be mad?

His eyes widened.

-Bail you out?!

He stood up.

-You idiot. How did you—What do you mean breach of the peace? What were you doing? Howling like some mad werewolf. 

Mr. Fox's jaw dropped. His eyes went wide. For some reason Mr. Fox's voice was starting to crack in a higher pitch.

-A FLAMETHROWER?!

A flamethrower?! Dad would bring a flamethrower?!

-I want a flamethrower!

-Me too! I want one!

Simon emerged from the sofa.

-I will spread fire like a wyvern and go ROAAAAARR, ROAAAAR!!!

Mr. Fox hushed them.

-Both of you! Silence! And you, Wolf. No, it is not evil, it is stupid. The line between evil and stupidity is as thick as your eyebrows and very hard to miss.

Mr. Fox looked angrier than usual. This was bad. He didn't want Mr. Fox to be upset. He leant against his leg, hugging him. A hug always worked for him. It would work for Mr. Fox too.

-No, I am not mad. What makes you think I am mad?… Oh, alright, I'll go and get you… but this isn't over… No, you can forget about the lasagna. Goodbye.

Mr. Fox hung up. Then he looked up at Barry, patted his head and gently pushed him aside.

-Mr. Fox, what happened with dad? Is he in trouble?

-He is, and he will be. But nothing you two should worry about. Can I trust you two will be okay on your own for the next two hours?

-Yes!

-Good. If Simon didn't eat the piece of lasagna we saved for your father, then by all means, consume it. I'll be going now.

He rushed towards the door and slammed it shut as he left. Wow, dad sure was in big trouble, but Mr. Fox said it was nothing they should worry about, so it would probably be okay.

-Simon, what happened with dad? I… I couldn't understand.

-Barry, are you stupid? It is obvious! Dad got into a fight and used a flamethrower and now is asking Fox to pick him up.

-OOOHH, that makes sense! Okay! Back to painting!

Now he had to focus on painting. Right, he had a long way to go, but it was going to be AWESOME!

---

Terrapin rode back home. Wolf had bailed him out and reassured him that Fox would take care of it.

He shook off his selfish thoughts and promised he would make sure to pay Wolf back somehow.

The sky was turning orange already, and his swamp was getting colder. He parked Nova on his wooden deck.

Someone was trying to break in! He didn't even have the time to panic as he immediately recognised those wiggling legs.

-H-HELLO?!!! WOLF?!! IS THAT YOU?! OH TRY AND GRAB ME YOU BIG STINKY PIECE OF—

-Rabbit, it's me! Terrapin!0

-Terrapin?! TERRAPIN?! Oh, thank god… I'm stuck and I'm going crazy. I swear I heard a bike, just one like Wolf's.

-What is going on? Why are you? What? Never mind, let me first take you out of there.

Terrapin grabbed Rabbit's leg and pulled him out. Both of them fell to the ground. Rabbit stood up, dusting off his clothing.

-Thank you, Terrapin. And now.

Rabbit frowned as he started to pace back and forth.

-Where were you?! I was worried sick, I—

-I was in jail.

-Right, you were in jail doing who knows what, and I—JAIL?!

Rabbit was shocked. He took a closer look at Terrapin’s outfit. Sunglasses, leather jacket, metal chains, and a flamethrower.

-IS THAT A FLAMETHROWER?!

-Well, good to know you can still see. Now, can you get out of my house?

-N-No, wait! Wait, wait, wait!

Rabbit stood between Terrapin and the door to his house.

-I wanted to talk. Alright?

-Oh, you want to talk?

-Listen! I'm sorry. I wanted to apologize but… Terrapin, what is going on? I thought you were inside your shell in your house.

-Oh, so you thought that I was so pathetic that I couldn't take care of myself in my own house?

-What?! NO! I mean yes, but not that way! Lucy was worried about you. And look at you!

-What is wrong with me?

-Where do I even start?! You just got out of jail, you have a bike, and you have a flamethrower on your shell!

Rabbit threw his arms up.

-Where did you even get the money for all of this?!

Terrapin's eyes widened. He turned his head.

-I-I Uhmm…

-Terrapin…?!

-Oh, alright! I used Colin's emergency savings he left for me. So what?! I still have some.

-You used the money your brother left for you in case something happened?!

-I'll put it back! In time…

-I can't believe this. What would Colin—

-I don't care what Colin would say! It's always about him, isn't it?!

-No, it's not! What if your house catches on fire?

-I live in a lake!

-The inside can still burn!

-Then I guess, pathetic, useless Terrapin would just burn, right? Because Terrapin needs SOMEONE all the time to remind him of how useless he is, right?

-N-NO! But please take off that stupid flamethrower.

-There you are! See?! You think I'm too bumbling to handle a flamethrower!

-Not that! Because it's dangerous! Not even Fox used a flamethrower!

-It's out of fuel anyway. It won't burn anything.

-Oh good. But come on, Terrapin, talk to me. Can't you see this is wrong?

-No, no it isn't. And you know why?!

Terrapin took out his sunglasses. He stared into Rabbit's eyes.

-Because this is my chance to change! I don't want to be laughed at! I don't want to be invisible anymore! I'm Terrapin! TERRAPIN!

-You still look stupid and ridiculous with a weapon on your shell, Terrapin! Please just give back the bike, get the money and just forget everything.

-No! No, I won't give Nova back!

-You named the bike?!

-Yes! His name is Nova! He is a precious boy!

-Okay! Fine! But give back the flamethrower at least.

Terrapin detached the weapon. Rabbit did have a point. It had caused more trouble than expected. But the trouble was fun, and it was worth it.

-I'll think about it. Now, if that's all you have to say, get out of the way.

Rabbit stared at Terrapin. His best friend sure was acting strange, but he remembered why he came in the first place. He wanted to be a good friend, and a good father. That amphibian was not allowed to go, not yet. This was Terrapin, after all. To him, Rabbit could admit something he couldn't even admit to himself.

-Wait! No! I came here to apologize, and I intend to do it! I don't know what crazy thing came over you today, but yesterday I was the crazy one. And I'm sorry.

Rabbit's gaze dropped. He moved out of the way and sat down against the wall next to the door.

-I'm sorry, I really am.

Terrapin sighed. Rabbit's gaze dropped to the ground. 

-I don't mind a joke or two… But why did you have to be so mean?

-It's not you, Terrapin… It's me. I think I'm scared.

Terrapin sat next to the rabbit.

-You? Scared? Of what? Bear moving next door?

-N-Not that, idiot! But just in case, don't jinx it.

-Then what is it?

-Peter and Emely are outgrowing their baby chairs. Lucy is starting to become a teenager. I'm scared that I'm going to lose Lucy's admiration.

-Well, of course you are.

Rabbit's eyes widened as he turned to Terrapin.

-I think you are supposed to say "You are not going to lose her".

-But you are. She's a smart girl, she knows already when you're acting up, and if you keep doing it, over and over, of course you're going to lose your daughter.

Rabbit slowly turned his gaze to the ground and sighed.

-You're actually right… It's just, Lucy is turning into a teenager, the twins are growing, you are… doing that. Everything is changing. I can't do it again, I…

-Hey! Rabbit, you did it once. You can do it again. You're fast, you can keep up.

Terrapin stood up and offered Rabbit a hand.

-Thank you, Terrapin.

Rabbit smiled at him, taking Terrapin's hand.

-Now, how about a cup of tea?

-Actually, I was going to ask you if you can still help Lucy with her project. I will stay out of it, of course. I think there is still time.

-Right! Yes, of course, besides, you are yet to try my boy Nova! Just let me get him on the road first.

-Let 's go then.

---

Monday started with a cloudy day. The school gym was rearranged to host different kinds of art competitions among the students.

Lucy arrived first alongside Terrapin and Rabbit. Her sculpture was painted with realism. Snowy Commando, the cake and the car looked as if they were almost real.

Lucy smacked a sheep that tried to take a bite out of the papier mâché cake.

-Terrapin, this is perfect! They think the cake is real! Thank you so much!

-We sacrificed a good night's sleep for it, but it was worth it.

-YES!

Lucy rushed towards her post where she placed her statue. She guarded it from a sheep that was glaring at the cake with a drool on his mouth 

Rabbit smiled warmly.

-Look at her, my little star, she is positively winning this competition.

-Yes, and it's hers win, not yours.

-I know, I know. I'm over it. Anyway, I've been wanting to ask. Why were you in jail yesterday exactly?

-Oh, I was roaring like a dragon, scaring the sheep away until the police detained me. I was lucky they forgot to ask for my licence. Maybe they were enchanted by my amazing-looking shell.

Terrapin made a spin to flex his shell. He was wearing his regular outfit this time, leaving the chains and leather jacket at home.

Rabbit turned to him, raising an eyebrow.

-What about your licence? Wait, no, you don't have a licence, do you?

-No, no I don't. But I'm taking the exam tomorrow morning!

-Oh good heavens…

Rabbit shook his head as he facepalmed.

Barry arrived next. He was rushing with his sculpture. His tail wagged furiously as he reached his spot next to Lucy.

Barry's project was completely painted. It displayed the powerful figure of the alien general. The children were drawn over the eggs, which looked like a magical capsule. The other general was only a head, with the rest of the body painted below it on a piece of paper, and behind it were other aliens the young pup had drawn.

-Hi, Lucy!

Lucy was fighting off some sheep. With Rabbit's help, she pushed them back.

-Hello, Barry.

Her eyes widened.

-Woah! You actually worked on your project! And it has a recognisable shape! Well… kind of?

As Barry began to explain his sculpture to Lucy, Wolf, Fox and Simon arrived. Wolf had bandages on his left ear. His eyes were tired, but his tail was wagging.

-I have to say, Fox, I'm surprised you didn't go overboard with this competition this time.

Fox narrowed his eyes, slowly turning his gaze towards Wolf.

-Me? Going overboard? Oh sure, I was the one messing around with a flamethrower.

-Will you let that go? I told you I got rid of it.

-Of course you did. And tell me, why would I go "overboard" in this competition?

-Rabbit is in too. With his daughter.

Fox's eyes widened. Wolf avoided his gaze and covered his ear with a hand.

-I had completely forgotten about him. Now I hardly care about it anyway.

Rabbit turned to see Fox approaching and grunted. Then he turned to Lucy.

-Oh what a lovely day it is! Today, Lucy, you're going to be a winner! AND you won't even need to bribe the judges!

Fox frowned and turned to Barry, then forced a smile.

-Well, look at you, Barry, standing proud with a masterful work of art and creativity. You are worthy of praise, my boy, your display is surely the envy of some…

He glanced at Rabbit, placing his hand on his chest.

-Delusional folks.

Barry and Lucy exchanged glances. The young pup was about to say something, but Lucy shook her head. Barry only tilted his head.

-The rabbit family will win this fair and square, and I swear, I've got my eyes on the judges!

Wolf and Terrapin sighed, shaking their heads as both Rabbit and Fox began to bicker at each other.

-I thought he "hardly cared".

-And I thought he was "over it".

The crowd gathered around the papier mâché displays. The judges were pacing back and forth. Out of the six participants, they approached Hugo Mousefield and gave him third place.

Wolf leant into Fox's ear.

-You really think Barry would win?

-I'm not really sure. I admit I wasn't focused on making Barry win.

-Then what were you focused on?

Fox's eyes widened. He avoided Wolf's gaze.

-Making Barry finish anything in the first place?

-Oh yeah… Thank you for that.

The judges approached Barry. They looked at his work. They walked around it. Then they went towards Lucy's work. They muttered among themselves as they paced back and forth between the two.

-A-Are they considering Barry? T-They really are!

-Come on, Lucy… Come on, come on, come on!

The judges then approached Lucy and placed a medal on her statue. Lucy had won second place.

-SECOND PLACE?!

Rabbit roared. He was immediately hushed by the crowd. Then Terrapin stomped on his feet.

-Ow! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

And lastly, they gave Barry the final medal. They gave him first place.

-YES! HAHA YEEEESSS!! AWOOOOOOO!!!

Wolf roared with joy, Simon joining in. The wolf family let out a triumphant howl as the crowd clapped for the students.

Barry rushed towards Wolf, who picked him up and raised him into the air.

-I won, dad! I won! They liked my story!

-I'm so proud of you, my boy! Congratulations, Barry!

Fox smiled, placing a hand on his own chest.

-It was only natural that you'd win, Barry. All you have to do is concentrate. Good job, boy.

-Thank you, Mr. Fox! Your teaching really helped me! I feel smart now!

Simon chimed in with a smirk.

-How about we celebrate with ice cream?

Wolf's eyes widened for a moment. He avoided Simon's gaze. Then he stared at Fox, his eyes wide and pleading.

-Well, a-about that, I—

-Oh, alright… I suppose I could invite you to some ice cream. And don't worry, Wolf. We'll talk about that later.

-Th-thank you…

Fox frowned at Simon for that. Then he smiled when the pup wasn't looking.

As the crowd began to disperse to other projects, the two families walked away. Rabbit stared at Lucy.

-Congratulations, Lucy!

-I didn't win first place… but second place is also nice.

-I still think your work is the best there is.

Terrapin placed a hand on Lucy's shoulder.

-What do you say? We go home and cook some nice scones.

-That would be lovely! Can I ride Nova?

-Ohoho, you sure can!

Rabbit raised a hand.

-I'm not sure about that. Do you have a helmet?

-Daaaaad! Pleaaaseee!

-B-But— Oh, alright. Just because I owe you, and you earned it. But just this ride, after that no more without a helmet.

-Yes!

Lucy smiled as she rushed outside towards Nova. Terrapin giggled.

-Don't worry, I won't go fast. Try running behind us, maybe you can keep up.

-That sounds fun. Alright, let's give it a try.

Wolf was sitting on a plaza with Fox and the pups. The young wolves were eagerly eating lots of ice cream, their snouts all covered with the sugary melted cream. Next to him, Fox was observing them.

-I promise, I'll make it up to you, Fox.

-I know you will. Somehow, you always do. Don't worry about it now.

Fox sighed, letting his body relax against the wooden chair.

-I have to admit, it was a sweet victory looking at Rabbit being humiliated, but Barry has quite the potential for art. Who knows, he could be a great artist.

He looked at Barry's first-place medal. Later he would make room for it in the house. He was always worried about Barry's future. The pup was too kind, barely fought back, and at some point he was beaten by a mouse. And of course, this was his fault, because he failed as a wolf.

He couldn't be a good example. He always failed. And that is what Barry needed, a good example. Then Fox came, he mentored Barry, and won. What about himself?

It always came back to that potential, that damned potential, that spark of hope, that "some day". His kids won't wait for him to become a proper wolf before they stop growing. They will keep growing. And Barry won telling a story, by painting a colourful statue. That's not how a wolf acts! He should be commanding respect from his classmates. He should be feared, not praised for a painting.

But how cruel would that be? He looked at Barry once more, happier than he had ever been, being the least wolf he could ever be.

Was being a wolf all there was to it?