Taylor ran to the museum. Midnight was a good time for coffee. No one was there at this time.
"Gotta get some coffee... Need some coffee!" He said under his breath as he ran to the museum and into various fruit trees.
He started to think about the mysterious pigeon milk that Brewster offered him every so often. 'Where did it come from? Pigeons don't make milk.' He thought to himself. 'I mean it tastes like milk. Well, bitter milk... I wond-'
He stopped pondering the pigeon milk when he realised that he was running into something. It wasn't a tree. It wasn't a rock or a building. It was one of his neighbours.
Taylor's face snapped sideways as a paw slapped him across the face. Looking up, dazed, Taylor noticed that it was none other than Wolfgang.
Wolfgang was one of Taylor's least favourite neighbours. He had broken the rainbow that Taylor painstakingly laid out to add more colour to the town.
"Hey Taylor! Why are you up so late? And more importantly, WHY DID YOU HIT ME WITH YOUR NET?" Wolfgang yelled, staring at Taylor menacingly.
"Ah ya know, couldn't sleep. Decided to go for a walk and hit people with a net."
"So, Taylor... You got a minute to weigh in on a dumb question I've been wondering about?"
"Of course Wolfgang, why not?"
"What would you do if..." He gulped. "I was in love with you?"
"Well... I'd do this..." Taylor leaned forward and kissed him.
"T-this will be our little secret..." Wolfgang whispered softly.