Chapter 13
Bark. Bark. Bark. The little fennec fox dashed under the coffee table, quickly followed by the prairie dog. A game of chase had evolved a few minutes ago, turning the living room into a race course, filled with obstacles.
A skunk climbed up on the couch and squeaked as the wolf bumped her with his nose, knocking her over. She bounced right up and lightly smacked the canine with her paw. No blood emerged, so the reprimand was just that. The wolf whined, presumably in apology.
Why did I think this place was peaceful and great last night at dinner?
Because the urchins were too busy stuffing their faces to cause havoc? His inner cat cringed as the porcupine at the other end of the couch snored loudly.
Dinner had been nice. Bedtime, more of a challenge. He’d worried about being
