[ the fox would crouch in wait for her approach, waiting for her to come too close— that was his cue to pounce off and scuttle his way into the kitchen with another chittering laugh.
this time, the laugh comes from two places: in the rooms, and in the kitchen. he’s hidden, but he wants to see where she’d go.
woven into the laugh is a cantering, muddled whisper of words: ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵐᵉ ]
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this time, the laugh comes from two places: in the rooms, and in the kitchen. he’s hidden, but he wants to see where she’d go.
woven into the laugh is a cantering, muddled whisper of words: ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵐᵉ ]