Quoll watched from the window of the infirmary as the others marched away, “Ah well, it would have been a lovely war.”
March Hare visibly winced before accepting a helping paw from Cougar. “So sorry, no offense old bean, it’s just that, I’m always taken by surprise when you manage to think of someone other than yourself.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t get here any sooner,” Aardwolf said with a sly grin, “but I just had to stop at the carnival and get a funnel cake. Can’t resist a good funnel cake.”
Indiana Bat jumped to the window and brandished his saber, “Thank you for the lovely evening, and thank you for the donations. Please, don’t let me spoil your event, do carry on. Ta-ta!” And he jumped.
Indian Bush Rat removed his VR headset and haptic gloves and leaned back in his chair to the roar of the crowd. “Truly, today I was blessed by the algorithm.”
Irish Hare walked into a bar, slung his hat to one side and tossed his coat to the other, “Whiskey! And don’t stop ’til I’m staggering. I’m late for dinner and I might as well have an excuse.”