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Not mine, copyright issued to its respectful owner
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A young, yellow-orange fox stood outside patiently waiting for his hedgehog friend. Occassionally, his two tails would brush the ground, stirring crumpled, dead leaves. It was autumn, which shook the growth of prosperity and perhaps the Mobians themselves. That didn't stop the gatherings of friends, enemies, or even the neutrals. The fox looked from the sky to his watch. It is getting late... How much longer should I wait?, thought the two-tailed fox. Nasty, gray clouds covered the sky, waiting for the perfect time to release huge drops of rain. Frustrated, the fox plopped down onto the sandy ground. He gazed at the horizon. He felt betrayed. This wasn't the first time his friend broke a promise and will not be his last, but still he felt let down. He rose to his feet and began to walk away from the meeting spot. The wind blew the fox's fur and light sprinkles hit his face. He barely made it five feet when his friend appeared. Automatically, his eyes lit up with pleasure.
"Tails, what's up, dude?"
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