Miles. An unimportant figure in the middle of the steet. She is a tuff, 2-taild foxboy! Butt he is also without a home! A miserable site at best. For years he has ben struggling on the steets to get by ans eh was orfanned at at young agde. So the years went by slowry and in payne. At first he was optmistick, butt now aftur suffring for many years he lost all his willing energy.

COUGH:

Miles was getting rarely sick. But nobdy cared for him, and no one ever wily. Tehy all got wired at the site of a fox wilth two tails. "Did yo stp intwo sum mutant-goop!" Tehyd al say. Well, aftur many mny years, Miloes became depressed. He wished he cood leaf the island,butt it is too risky he though. He heard of a place called Southisland taht got taken by a man name Robotnik, or as the interviewers called him, "the Eggman". Since then crime and unearthly junkly activities strouted a few years after, and the island was all but practily gut off from the rest off the wrold. Did that Eggman succeed in taking ovr the wrold? Miles didn't know, knor did he care.

"Hey Prower" called a familar voise.

"Oh no waht do you mean guys wnat?

"IGNORANT !"

So teh gang, consting of abott eleven older kids, punched his stomach out cold.

"See yo latter Prowler!"

"Oooog..."

Miles was badly hurt. He was pinked on becase he was deformd. He cood barely get up...

The next day (or rather night becase Miles grew to hat the drakness., Miles woke up and sarched the grabbagfe bag at Fang's Nack, the local club, for stuffs.

"Yes! I fund a brokn toaster! Wth it I shall...i-isahl..."

Miles lookd at his find in sadness. Waht was he gonna do? He can very esly fix it as eh can wht outher meckanicks,. Butt he had no foood! And he can't? Waht was he gon do, scrap off som fungus? No one wanted him on the islandbecase of the two tales. So Miles decided there was nothing left.

In heartfelt sorrow and a chrono cough, eh want to the gravyard in anneswors. Tehere he found his stuff eh was hidning. He took a solar-powrd chainsaw and did the unthinkable.eH cut off one tile! So now he can hopfly be a normale fox! It was very bleeding thought.

Suddenly, Miles collapsd and cooodnt gett up! He was dying! Tears in hand, he cood barly see. But! He can see taht the toomston in front of him had "Prower" on it!

"My...Parnts? Oh how Il'l now be wiht you. This wrold used to be at reast somewat fair but not is unfair.My exstance hear is wrothless. Groth, andf Il'l see you in after+life forver.I faild yo in tis wrodl. If only..."

That was when Miles stopped breathing. His tragic life nothing now but a vague memory.