"You, Sir, need to get laid. Bad."
-- Tamira 'Len' Aicon.

The day was pleasant enough, I must admit. There was a cool breeze in the otherwise stifling heat which was pleasurable to let drift through one's fur, aided now and then by a light scratch of the claws. An icecream vendor was peddling his goods to many a small child that had come to the park to play, and instantly you could track their movement to the beleagured parent sitting in the shade like myself, attempting to find refuge from the oppressive rays of the sun. Playground equipment found plenty who would happily rampage across it, the kits, cubs and other assorted youngsters screaming about at the top of their lungs.

As I mentioned, it was a pleasant day. I was leaning back on a park bench I had procured for myself after a staring competition with another wolf - which amuses me still, for had I not been wearing my small, square sunglasses he most likely would have seen that I blinked at him twice - and had just folded my paws across my chest. The idea of an icecream sounded like it would be an enjoyable one, but I decided I would wait until after whatever nap took me in this lazy day.

Until of course, I was set upon by a small fox kit. "Hello!" Its voice was the kind of high, screeching cheeryness that can only be youth. My teeth were on edge. Could these people not see I was resting? They would know fear if I was not allowed to continue.

"Hello!" The kit chirped at me again, and went so far as to lean over the back of the bench on his tiptoes and stare at my face. He was a generic fox colour - reddish brown, I recall - and had large black circles of fur around his eyes. If I didn't know better, I would have told you that I thought he looked almost /cute/.

"Hello!" Strike that thought. The kit had skittered around and now dared stand beside me. His paws were at his sides, then in front of him, then behind his back. Damned youthful energy and it's lack of outlets.

"Go and play with the other children," I demanded, "Or I will make sure your mother finds nothing of you but a greasy mess over this bench."

It.... giggled at me. "You're silly!" Its voice had not faltered, had not sensed the seriousness in his predicament. Already I was wondering which of my pistols I would pull on the boy - Jessy or James - or whether I would just slit his throat with my claws. "Whatcha doin'?"

Grrrrrawff! I growled at it, and that only seemed to further enforce that I was silly to the child. "Go away," I told it, as insistenly as I could. "Where are your parents?" A paw was lifted, and the kit signalled to a dozing fox couple on their own bench, arms and paws draped lovingly across one another that they had managed to dislodge their little urchin's attention from themselves. "Go and play."

It seemed as if being repetitive held no effect on the child, either. "I don't wanna," it whined, "The other kids won't let me play with them."

That did not sound fair. This child, aside from already managing to bother me from my rest and ruin my day, had done nothing I could fathom would exclude him from the playtime of those other irritating sprats. "That is not very polite," I instructed him, in as calm a tone as I could manage. "You should tell your parents."

"I can't, they're sleeping."

Yes. Yes, they are. Bastards.

"I can see that. Go tell them." I layed back down, then, and attempted to roll over and find sleep. The kit managed to peek through the bench's slats and was peering at my glasses.

"What's your name?"

"Paelyn Blaquerocke," I informed it, "Now go away or your parents will read my name in a newspaper article about a death in the park."

Despite my dark comments, the kit forced itself on me. "Can you come play?"

My voice was dry, deadpan, and crystal clear. "I do not play."

The kit must not have heard me correctly. "Pleeeeeeeeeease?" It was then I made the mistake. I opened one eye a crack, and saw that it had jutted out it's lower lip into a soft pout, and was executing the time-honoured 'puppy dog eyes' at me.

I looked over to the icecream vendor, making sure he had the kind of sprinkles that I like. "Give me your paw. We will get an icecream."

"Yay!"

Damned cute kits.