The following morning, I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I opened them only to find a great white mass flying towards my face. It smacked me in the face and knocked me back into the bed.
"Good to see you've woken up" she said, giggling like mad. "Not so sure if I have" I said, my voice muffled from underneath the pillow.
Then suddenly, Without any warning, I felt her begin to jump up and down on me. With every bounce she yelled "Wake up, Foxy Fella" as loud as could be. Eventually, after about a minute or so of this, I gave in and pulled the pillow off my face. I grabbed her and leaped off the bed. "What are yah doin, yah dumb fox?" She asked, still trying to overcome her fits of giggles. "Well I naturally assumed we ought to see who can jump on the bed longer than the other" I said, giving a little grin. I let go of her and she gave me a determined look. "Oh are you so sure" She said, smiling as wide as was possible for her.
"Miss, I am very sure. No one beats Nick Wilde." I said, as I gave her a little wink and hopped onto my bed. She followed my example and stood next to me on my bed. "You ready?" I inquired. "I was born ready" She replied, rolling her eyes.
Despite my outward appearance, I was absolutely sure I was going to lose.