When Foxy Loxy awoke, she was in her bedroom and it was dark outside her window, She sat up and held her head in her hands as she tried to think about what transpired hours ago. She remembered getting her lunch and finding the dirty feather in her Sloppy Joe, So what next? what else did she do? all that Foxy could remember was being hit by Goosey Loosey's tray before...before...she blacked out.
" How long have I've been asleep? hours maybe? what exactly did I do? " She asked herself as she felt the numb bump on the top of her head.
Foxy's ears twitched as she heard her bedroom door open behind her, she turned around to see her mother walk in with an disturbed look on her face, she had a plate of chicken and a glass of grape juice in her hands, she set them down on the nightstand and turned to face her daughter.
" Foxy...I know that you're still drowsy from sleep and all, but can you tell me what's going on with you? " She asked Foxy, who stared at the plate of chicken like she had seen a ghost. " the school called me from work to come pick you up, they said that you bit one of your classmates on the arm. Foxy, We talked about this plenty of times, No more bullying your classmates, It doesn't make you look cool honey! " she gently scolded her.
Foxy somberly nodded her head as a tear rolled down her cheek, her ears flattened against her head as she thought about what she did to Chicken Little...She felt guilty, that was not something that she never felt before until now. " What's wrong with me mom? why was I born a fox? " she cried as her mother held her close, stroking her fur.
" Oh sweetie, there's nothing wrong with being a fox, you know this and I know this, Now let's get to the bottom of this problem. Tell me what happened, Start from the beginning! " Her mother encouraged her to tell the truth,...the little that she remembered at least.
After Foxy explained the situation to her mother, about the Feral-Fight Principal Fetchit recommended and her contaminated lunch. Mrs Loxy thought back for a bit and look of horror washed over her face in realization...She took a deep breath as her daughter looked at her concerned about her well being, " Mom? are you okay? " Foxy asked her.
" Honey...I have something to tell you, *sigh* I had the exact same problem when I was your age. " Foxy's mother admitted, much to her still lingering shame. " Did you ever find a cure for it? Was it like an evil demon that you kicked it's butt with karate? " Foxy asked her mother as she bounced on the bed excitedly, Imagining her mother dressed as an heroine from one of her fighting games and kicking some serious ass, Hoping for something other than stuffing her face full of pills for the rest of her life just so that she wouldn't have to eat innocent people.
" No...it wasn't like that at all " Her mother finally answered, much to her disappointment and chagrin.
" Then how did you fight it? " Foxy asked her mother, " I've learned to control it as I grew up But, sometimes...I feel that it still lingers inside and I don't know why. " Mrs Loxy concluded telling her story to Foxy, leaving her with a feeling of hopelessness.
" Your story didn't help me at all! " Foxy groaned irritably, " How am I going to stop myself from eating somebody, if I don't have a cure for my illness or what ever this is? " Foxy cried out to her mother. " The word you're looking for is Self-Control, honey, " her mother told her. " But don't worry, We'll try this Feral-Fight first and we'll see what happens. But if it doesn't work, we'll try the old-fashioned way. Okay? " Foxy's mother kissed her on the forehead and tucked her in.
" Thank you mommy!" Foxy yipped to her mother adorably. " For understanding and it was nice talking to you about this, I needed someone who would actually try to help me, unlike Principal Fetchit and his stupid ideas! " she said bitterly, to which her mother snickered a little before reprimanding her.
" Now-now Foxy, that's not nice, it was a little bit funny, but not nice of you. " Her mother scolded. " Fine. I'm sorry! Better? " Foxy apologized half-heartily. " Yes, now get some more sleep, We'll talk to your doctor in the morning. Goodnight honey, " Mrs Loxy kissed her daughter good-night and left the room, closing the door behind her. "Good-Night Mom," Foxy replied back.
Foxy pulled her blankets over herself as she drifted off to sleep, Dreaming of dozens of sheep getting mauled by savage foxes. causing a sadistic smile to appear on her face...
The next morning, Foxy and her mother went to the doctor's office to consult for some Feral-Fight. the drive there was dull and boring, with the radio turned to some uppity 80's pop station that Mrs Loxy likes to listen to, which was quickly switched over to the hard core rock station by Foxy. Who started to headbang to the music while doing the devil horns gesture with her hand, which annoyed her mother greatly. Bringing back memories of dating Foxy's father...
At the end of the drive, with Foxy still headbanging to her metal station, Mrs Loxy turned the car off and got out, Ending her daughter's jamming session, Much to her disappointment. " Geez Mom, you turned uncool, like the 1980's! " Foxy huffed. " Hey, my generation was cool back then! " Mrs Loxy argued playfully. " And now they're old! " Foxy retorted in her head.
" Pffh as if! You're a tiny smige on uncool scale, Almost to Buck Cluck's level, and that guy's an asshole! " Foxy scoffed as her mother shoved a bar of soap into her mouth, " Foxy, that's not nice! and where did you learn to talk like that? " her mother chided.
" Well...from you and the weird movies you'd watch when you think I'm asleep..." Foxy said as innocently as she can muster, making her mother blush in embarrassment. " And who else am I going to learn from? I mean you are there to teach me things like you're supposed to, Right? " Foxy's mother just sneered at her as she opened the door to the doctor office, " We're going to talk about this later young lady! " Mrs Loxy warned Foxy.
As her mother went to talk to the receptionist, Foxy went over to the waiting room and sat down on a chair, She picked up a Modern Mallard magazine and started reading, or started riffing if you will. She made fun of the seemly unhelpful advice and the advertisements on the latest fashions, she was about to get up to get another magazine to read when she heard a familiar voice from across the room...
" I just don't know what's wrong with her Dad, Sure she's a bully and she's mean to me and my friends, but she's still a person and in some bizarre way, I'm worried about her. " Foxy heard Chicken Little voice his concern about her to his father, who sat down and examined his son's bandaged right arm.
" It's nice that you care son, but that still doesn't excuse her for harming my boy! " Buck fumed as he slammed his fist on the chair arm, hurting his hand in the process.
Foxy slightly flinched as she witnessed this, her eyes narrowed before she stopped and thought about what to do to make it up to Chicken Little and his father, she thought of just walking up to apologize but decided against it due to Buck's rage at the moment.
She tried to sneak by them before her mother called her over to the receptionist's window, Giving her position away, " Thanks for covering for me mom..." Foxy muttered sarcastically to herself as she started walking towards her mother covering the side of her face with her hand as she passed by.
" Hey,.. uh,..Foxy! " Chicken Little said awkwardly as he rubbed his good arm, his right was damaged from Foxy's attack yesterday, " I was wondering if you're okay and why did you bite me? you're usually not this aggressive, " He asked Foxy who averted her eyes away from his, feeling her guilt wash over her.
Chicken was about question Foxy about her demeanor before Buck pushed him aside and stared into her eyes with fury, " Foxy Loxy,...did you injure my boy out of your so called "Rep" to maintain? Well guess what, Young Lady! you got another thing coming! " he threatened the unfazed vixen, who just stood there and stared right back at the washed-up baseball star.
" No, I did not hurt him because of my "Rep" Infact, I don't remember what happened, so do you care to enlighten me? " Foxy answered as she folded her arms defiantly.
" Now you listen here-" Buck started to say before Foxy's mother cut him off, " Oh, why hello there Mr Buck Cluck, I see that you're still chasing faded dreams while your poor son suffers for it! " Mrs Loxy said as she stroked Chicken Little's chin affectionately, causing him to look away bashfully while Foxy stared at her mother confused.
" Mom?...what the heck are you doing? " She whispered to her, " That's my victim you're smothering! " Mrs Loxy glanced at her daughter before continuing, " You know Chicken Little, I used to go to school with your father, I was quite the little rebel back then..." She reminisced.
" Yeah, and my bully throughout high school as well! " Buck bitterly interjected, remembering the times that Foxy's Mother shoved him into his locker and stole his lunch-money and bicycle.
" Oh, come on Buck! that was years ago, You're still mad about that? I've changed, you've changed, Get over it. you're just like the entire town was when your boy said the sky was falling two years ago! " Mrs Loxy chided Buck as Foxy and Chicken exchanged glances between them, noticing similarities between them and their parents.
" I know that Vixie, It's just that your daughter attack my son yesterday and I'm not happy about it! " Buck fumed.
" Neither am I Buck, But we're going to do something about it, come along Foxy, the doc's ready to see us! " Vixie took her daughter's hand and went over to the check-up rooms, but not before Foxy licked the back of Chicken Little's head in apology, Causing him to blush hard before smacking himself by remembering he was with Abby. After seeing this, Foxy shoved him to the floor and laughed manically.
" Ha, Loser! " she cackled. Chicken glared at Foxy as she left with her mother, " Typical Foxes. " He muttered.
Foxy and Vixie Loxy where escorted by an fluffy cat nurse into the first doctor's room, " The Doctor will see you in a minute Vixie! " the cheery nurse said as she closed the door behind her, accidentally getting her bushy tail caught on it, causing her to stifle a yowl in pain. Foxy almost giggled at the nurse's pain before her mother glared at her against it, " You're no fun Mom..." she muttered.
After a few minutes of waiting, Foxy's Doctor showed up and placed his clip-board on the counter, he was a scruffy old dog, nearing Mr Woolensworth's age and he wore glasses and a piercing on his nose. " He must be a retired rock star! " Foxy thought as she looked closer at him. " Good morning you two, so what are you in here for today? " The Doctor asked Vixie, " Well...you see, my daughter has a...um...problem with her um..." She tried to say but couldn't quite get the word out. " With her um...changing body? " the Doctor guessed, making Foxy's face turn bright red when she heard this.
" No-no-no-no! I'm not changing anything, I'm turning feral and I need some help! " Foxy saved herself total embarrassment, " you see, my principal recommended that I try this stupid supplement called Feral-Fight, he said that it will cure my cravings for meat and prevent me from turning completely feral. have you ever heard of it? " Foxy explained to the doctor while he stroked his beard in thought.
" Yes I have heard of it Foxy, It's supposed to control your meat cravings each day of the week as you already know by now, I suppose I could prescribe you some if you'd like? " The Doctor suggested.
Vixie thought about it while Foxy nodded her head yes, " Is it safe to give to her? I mean will it be harmful to my little baby? " she asked the doctor worryingly while Foxy rolled her eyes the " little baby" part, The doctor shook his head reassuringly, " No Ma'am it's not harmful to you child in any way, Don't you worry, I'll write you an prescription and we'll see if it helps her or not, if it doesn't and something goes wrong, call us immediately. " He told Vixie.
Foxy raised her hand to ask him a question, " Doctor, do you know what's wrong with me? why now? why am I now turning feral? Is it serious medical problem? Please tell me! I don't want to live like this forever! " she cried out while her mother comforted her. The Doc solemnly sighed at the helpless little fox before him, He wondered what could do to combat this strange phenomenon, It needed to be studied, It needed to be cured sooner or later.
" Chin up little fox, I'll try to find the solution to your problem, don't you fret! I promise you this, don't give up hope my dear. I know it's abit overdone, but It's true! there is hope for everyone. " The Doctor finished his speech as he held up Foxy's chin.
Foxy dried her tears as she left with her mother to go sign out of the clinic, leaving the good doctor alone with his thoughts.
" Here's your prescription for the supplements Vixie! " the nurse said cheerfully to Foxy's mother, who signed her name on the clip board. " Thank you Chrystal, I appreciate it! " she replied. Foxy looked at Chrystal and noticed her staring at her mother with a dreamy look in her eyes, " Hmm, weird." she thought to herself. Vixie waved goodbye to her high school friend and took her daughter's hand and started to leave...but not until she placed an " Kick Me " sign on Buck's back as he and Chicken Little past by.
As they were leaving, Foxy looked over her shoulder to see Nurse Chrystal looking at the clip board with a loving gaze, unbeknownst to her, Chrystal was looking at the phone number under the signature...
The car ride home was filled with silence, Foxy did not say a word to her mother or turned the rock station from earlier back on, she was by herself, alone with her thoughts, the entire way back...