The first attempt I'm sharing features both Sofia and Cedric as kids, Cedric being more of a puppy.
Sofia had made the most wonderful discovery of her young life: a boy with a tail. She'd seen him running naked in the woods, a scrawny boy with his skin covered with scrapes, cuts, and dirt. He must not have a mommy to take care of him, she deduced in her sharp six-year-old brain. She tried to tell her own mother about the boy, but she was told boys don't have tails. She must have seen one of the village youngsters streaking, a naughty thing to do.
Determined that she'd have to do something about it herself, Sofia took a basket of food with her into the woods and after placing it in the center of a small clearing as bait, sat herself on a fallen tree to wait. She'd seen him just wandering about before, usually for only a second or two, but she was certain of what she saw.
She shooed away squirrels and chipmunks from the basket as she waited, scolding them by saying 'it's not for you!', not that it did much good - the intended recipient yet to show himself. She grew drowsy waiting, and could have sworn she only closed her eyes for a moment. When she woke up, the sky was darker and the shadows long, and the basket was completely empty and knocked on its side, a lone squirrel running off with the last slice of bread.
"Oh..." She mumbled sadly to herself as she went to collect the basket and go home, but there was a problem. She didn't quite recognize the woods now - the absence of light changing her surroundings more than she anticipated. She looked around, trying get her bearings to no avail. She began to cry.
It was then she felt another presence, appearing as if out of no where. She felt a hand on head, gently stroking her hair. She stopped crying and looked up to find the boy she'd been waiting for all day seated next to her.
"I knew I wasn't seeing things!" She declared loudly, startling him back a bit. She didn't give him time to recover, taking a hold of his hand and marching for the tree line to return home to show her mother. The boy followed, only to coax her back the opposite way which led to the village.
Miranda had no time to be upset with Sofia upon her return as she was left dumbfounded by what her daughter brought back with her. A human boy would have been shocking enough in the state this little one was in, but the ears and tail were like nothing Miranda had ever seen before. Well, it didn't really matter what parts he did or didn't have, they all needed cleaning. He fought her on the bath at first, before relenting that he'd stay in the tub until the woman was ready to remove him.
Sofia watched as the dirt and fleas washed away, revealing him to be a rather ordinary looking boy under it all, save the tail and ears. She giggled when the appendages fluffed out after drying, which seemed to ease the boy's nerves as his tail eased from between his legs.
"Where do you think he's from, Mom?" Sofia asked as Miranda fitted him in an old night shirt for pajamas. The boy'd yet to speak since they met, vocalizing only in growls and whimpers.
"I'm not sure, honey, but we'll look after him until we find where he belongs," she said as she finished with the boy who was now pulling at the shirt with intrigue. "Oh dear, are you not used to clothes?"
The boy looked up at her, big brown eyes round and curious...
AN: That's all I had for this one.