Dumb Bunny Sly Fox Novels & Stories

“So you’ve been like this, whatever it is, longer than I have. Have any tips or advice for me?” “Cynocephaly is what Henry says the correct term is.” I remember that term from many of my internet searches. “Right, the dog people. The ones with the head of a dog but the body of a human.” With a smile, Margo laughs. “Yeah, more or less.” She seems to think for a moment as she says, “So must-have tips, hmm. Well, you’re still changing. The physical changes happen first but now that you’ve gone through your first full moon, you as a person are going to change.”

She hissed as Mateo caught the gun before it could reach the floor. He put his cold hand around her nape and pulled her forward – until her forehead was inches away from his. Faith shrieked and gaped. He placed the gun on her throat. Faith gasped as Mateo pressed the barrel into her throat, “You are not as smart as you think,” He commented, “You have a lot more to learn, Foxy.” He added.

Notice: Hi. This is the author of “Down the Rabbit Hole”. This is a short notice that everything in this story is purely fictional. All characters, settings, and pieces of information are purely all from the creator’s mind. Others, that you may find similar to what you have seen, you have read, all of those are purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any matter without prior notice or permission of the copyright owner. It’s a world of fantasy to be in, and a world where we can runaway, so hold on, Mi Estrellas.

James steps over to answer it and the two small girls from earlier rush in as soon as the door is cracked. “Hi! I’m Daisy this is my sister Rose. I’m the oldest by 2 minutes.” Two little faces are looking up at me with sandy blond hair, freckles, and bright green eyes. “What’s your name? Are you our new ant? We saw you. You’re different, you are a puppy and a fox. Can you turn into a fox for us?”

“I know it’s scary. But guess what? Mr. Flopsy had a really bad day once too. Want to hear how he fixed it?” Lily wiped her eyes and nodded. “Yeah. Tell me.” “Okay. So Mr. Flopsy was stuck in the evil food critic’s kitchen again,” I said, keeping my voice happy. “The critic put a big curse on all the vegetables so they wouldn’t cook right. Mr. Flopsy said, ‘No way! I’m the best rabbit chef ever!’ He hopped over the slippery floor and yelled at a naughty carrot, ‘You behave or no carrot cake for you!’”

Life in the south was better than I could have imagined. I was put in charge of the Silver Moon Pack’s most sacred sanctuary, home to rare silver foxes, snow wolves, and the legendary moon-stags. My innate bond with the wild finally had a place to thrive. Whenever I walked through the sanctuary, the animals would approach me on their own. Silver foxes would brush their fluffy tails against my palm. Snow wolf pups would roll around at my feet, begging for attention. The pack members looked at me with open adoration.

"Nancy Castro! I am the one paying for your food and your lodging! How dare you yell at me like that! Who the hell do you think you are?" I got a huge fright and struggled to escape his constraints. However, right after that, he began his carrot-and-stick tactic as always. He lightly rubbed his wrist against my slapped face, his gesture like a pitiful act of consolation after the fright. "It was all because you were behaving out of line that I had to treat you like this. Do you understand now that you must be a good girl and listen to me?" Faced with his terrible, disgusting act, I dug my nails into my palms and forced myself to remain calm no matter what.