Sorry if most of you find this story a little stupid but, anyway, I got
this idea from a dream I had and I was in it if anyone is wondering.
Although, I did change it around a little just to make it a little more
interesting for all of you. So, let's start!
"Alright Fox, what do you like to wear?" Falco asked as he led him down the streets of the town.
"I'm not really sure what I like to wear, I guess something like basic people wear," Fox said in awe at how tall the buildings were. He had never seen anything this big or spectacular. It was like towers to the gods. Maybe, that's how the gods got down now to get their offerings. Then, something caught his eye. There, in the window of a store, there lay a green pair of pants and a red bandana with a cream white vest and a green shirt.
"What about that?" Fox asked as he pointed to the window.
"That? Come on Fox, you've got to have more style than that. I mean, really, that's for retired pilots with no money on them but their own fur that's chard with hate for everything," Falco said with a look of disgust at the window, " But, if you want it, it's none of my business," Falco finished as he lead his friend into the shop. In about thirty minutes later, Fox came out wearing the suit with a dumb, happy look on his face.
"I never knew that that thing would cost that much!" Falco angrily said as he shook his head.
"These cloths are ok, but I'm hungry," Fox said admiring himself through the window of the shop, "But maybe they would have been cheaper if you didn't insult the man."
"Never mind, if your hungry, you must be thirsty too so let's get a drink, I'll ever show you the best booze in town!" Falco perked up and started to drag Fox into another building. But they were soon kicked out.
"Why did they kick us out Falco?" Fox asked a little angrily.
"Well, uhhh, it was a few years ago and I, uhhh," Falco said as he rubbed the back of his neck. "But that's all in the past my friend! There's another place better than this one!" Falco said as he picked himself and Fox off the ground and headed in that direction, but they were kicked out again.
"What did you do there?!" Fox asked, getting a little mad at the moment.
"Well, uhhhh, maybe we should just go get some hamburgers," Falco said as he began to drag Fox along again.
"We'd better not get thrown out of this place, or I'll-," Fox warned as he followed him.
"Don't be such a worry wart! We won't, I haven't done anything illegal here yet, anyways," Falco said as a grin appeared happily on his face.
"You what?!" Fox started as he stopped Falco dead in his tracks. "If the gods saw me doing that, I'd be dead, a priest boy dead because he-," Fox started to rave on until Falco stopped him.
"Wow, hold it there tiger! Let me get this straight, you're a person who's studying what? Are you trying to become a priest?" Falco asked.
"Well, I was until, well, I can't remember when, but I was," Fox replied getting a little annoyed. What did it take to get some food around here?!
Meanwhile, a big crime scene was heading towards them, lead by a small, green toad that was caring about three pounds of bread.
"Get back here! Officer, Officer!" cried the shop owner, as did many other shop owners did. Some pirates following the little toad threw lit torches into the some buildings, catching them one fire. True, the fire fighters could get through the whole mess in an instant before it reached the other side of town which was were Krystal was with Katt, luckily, but not for Fox and Falco who were on the fire's side.
The cry of fire reached Falco's ears first.
"Did you hear that?" Falco asked, "Fire! It's coming this way, and pirates too! Come on, we've got to run!" But as much as he pulled on Fox's sleeve he would not move. "What's the matter Fox? Run!" he screamed. Something had clicked in Fox's mind, something that no one would want to remember or see, his past.
Ok, how was that? Short yes, but good? Reply!
"Alright Fox, what do you like to wear?" Falco asked as he led him down the streets of the town.
"I'm not really sure what I like to wear, I guess something like basic people wear," Fox said in awe at how tall the buildings were. He had never seen anything this big or spectacular. It was like towers to the gods. Maybe, that's how the gods got down now to get their offerings. Then, something caught his eye. There, in the window of a store, there lay a green pair of pants and a red bandana with a cream white vest and a green shirt.
"What about that?" Fox asked as he pointed to the window.
"That? Come on Fox, you've got to have more style than that. I mean, really, that's for retired pilots with no money on them but their own fur that's chard with hate for everything," Falco said with a look of disgust at the window, " But, if you want it, it's none of my business," Falco finished as he lead his friend into the shop. In about thirty minutes later, Fox came out wearing the suit with a dumb, happy look on his face.
"I never knew that that thing would cost that much!" Falco angrily said as he shook his head.
"These cloths are ok, but I'm hungry," Fox said admiring himself through the window of the shop, "But maybe they would have been cheaper if you didn't insult the man."
"Never mind, if your hungry, you must be thirsty too so let's get a drink, I'll ever show you the best booze in town!" Falco perked up and started to drag Fox into another building. But they were soon kicked out.
"Why did they kick us out Falco?" Fox asked a little angrily.
"Well, uhhh, it was a few years ago and I, uhhh," Falco said as he rubbed the back of his neck. "But that's all in the past my friend! There's another place better than this one!" Falco said as he picked himself and Fox off the ground and headed in that direction, but they were kicked out again.
"What did you do there?!" Fox asked, getting a little mad at the moment.
"Well, uhhhh, maybe we should just go get some hamburgers," Falco said as he began to drag Fox along again.
"We'd better not get thrown out of this place, or I'll-," Fox warned as he followed him.
"Don't be such a worry wart! We won't, I haven't done anything illegal here yet, anyways," Falco said as a grin appeared happily on his face.
"You what?!" Fox started as he stopped Falco dead in his tracks. "If the gods saw me doing that, I'd be dead, a priest boy dead because he-," Fox started to rave on until Falco stopped him.
"Wow, hold it there tiger! Let me get this straight, you're a person who's studying what? Are you trying to become a priest?" Falco asked.
"Well, I was until, well, I can't remember when, but I was," Fox replied getting a little annoyed. What did it take to get some food around here?!
Meanwhile, a big crime scene was heading towards them, lead by a small, green toad that was caring about three pounds of bread.
"Get back here! Officer, Officer!" cried the shop owner, as did many other shop owners did. Some pirates following the little toad threw lit torches into the some buildings, catching them one fire. True, the fire fighters could get through the whole mess in an instant before it reached the other side of town which was were Krystal was with Katt, luckily, but not for Fox and Falco who were on the fire's side.
The cry of fire reached Falco's ears first.
"Did you hear that?" Falco asked, "Fire! It's coming this way, and pirates too! Come on, we've got to run!" But as much as he pulled on Fox's sleeve he would not move. "What's the matter Fox? Run!" he screamed. Something had clicked in Fox's mind, something that no one would want to remember or see, his past.
Ok, how was that? Short yes, but good? Reply!