And I tried to wag my tail... and it felt different but it also felt like mine...


So I woke up again and took a few sniffs - seemingly I was in need of a doctoring, since all my fur felt just a little different, and smelled of smelly smells, those of the people who think foxes smell. (Of what they speak of, I have no idea. Foxes are the most wonderful things ~ as a prince I should think it's okay for me to say that, right?)

This kitten though... he came up from the adventure-con and he told me he was here to return my tail. I did not get much chance to meet him at length, but I wish to hear how it is I lost my tail sometime.

- what?

Oh... it seems ... it seems I gave him my tail. Oh... I had to give him my tail so that his old clan would understand he had been claimed? That a fox fairy had him? I am no fairy... and I'm not sure about this story ... but ... I suppose ... if it means I keep my first subject, that's okay... but I perhaps well... I don't care to lose my tail again. Could we find another way to do this? ... MOre deep thoughts await me, but for now my tail and I are one again. And I think the kitty is quite smitten with my hat. Or maybe my bubbles *wags*. *sniffs* My tail smells like him too. Almost as if he slept with it close to him before he returned it...

And then! My box comes back to this town of Seattle where I've been doing my learnings... but a surprise awaits me?

I began to stir in my box once more... but ... something was most certainly wrong. I tried to stretch, and some things didn't! And I was scared...

And I tried to curl my tail around me, and it wouldn't! And I began to feel lonely...

But ... maybe it just needed a licking? And I couldn't find it ... and I was in a box...

But then... a voice is heard~ "Here ... just sleep a little longer. We're still patching you up from your adventure~"

And I thought? Did I hurt myself? What happened?

My tail ... but as I drifted off, my thoughts couldn't quite form together again. to figure out this puzzle.

I've been adventuring through the "convention", but ... so far, they treat me distantly. This may be appropriate for a true prince, but it's a mightily lonely thing... *half-wags, and then droops*... BUT! Then! A prince's duty becomes clear! I see this young cat - I dare not call him a kitten, but his attitude certainly suggested that he could use the care that one deserves.

I found him by the window, looking out over the city - not quite morose, but perhaps a bit ... melancholy? Just a dash and a pinch, you see. So I sat down next to him and asked him if he dared to scamper along with a prince? To grab a prince's tail and to follow most mightily? Of course he did. And he continued doing so for the length of the event.

We ran up and down stairs, splitting this way and that, and somehow finding each other again at the bottom. Races up and down and up and down the escalators! And foods! I struggled with all my foxy soul not to lick the plates clean!

And for my efforts, This "Kane", he saw how I cared for the kitten (cat!) and he decided that the two of us should try sharing a milkshake! So we set out! Adventure! And I made the highest technology multi-straw, and slurped and sucked and the milkshake was tremendous! Amazing, even? And the kitty kept smilng and kept following me around. Maybe this is how a prince finds his subjects.

He treats each of them just so, and they follow him. I should think if that was the case though, that we should have made it official over some soda, instead of a milkshake. I just don't know... do I have to be brand-loyal? Is Orange Soda from Orange-Soda Foxes the only thing for me? Who do I ask? How do I know?

But at least I have one subject. It's more than I had before. I think.

--The Wandering Prince of Sodas

This! Further Confusion! Animals! And they smell just like the animals back home! But first...


And ... as I woke up, I felt startled at first - I head the thumps and bumps as my box moved - seemlingly this is a recurring thing in the life of a price. I always thought to myself that perhaps I should stop climbing into boxes to rest - that perhaps a prince should be more responisble, but then... where would the adventures be?

Nonetheless, I found myself riding in a box once again, and awake to feel myself hoisted into the air and carried to a place of great sounds~

As I slipped back out of the box, I was glad to see that my finest clothes had made it with me, and I crept out of this room I was in - crept out to explore! To see the sights and lick their ears and demand that they play with me... politely tho? Of course.

The sights! The stories! The smells!

But first! How I got there...

I was pondering what it meant to be a prince, and how one might find some subjects to be prince of, and decided that perhaps... it was the package deal? If one acted the part of a prince, than one becomes a prince? With that in mind, there was but one thing for a young soda fox to do! DRESS UP :D

I've found the most fantastic clothes to wear, stylish and bright and fluffy and everything. A top hat between the ears, and the most lovely feather! I admire it each time I see myself in the mirror, and this blue jacket makes my soda-orange fur all the most stunning.

However... these things make me excited! Which then leads to ... tired.

*curls up in a cozy looking box with his scarf*

In my travels, I briefly met another fox who couldn't help but snap a photo of the famed prince of sodas. I've never really felt all that famous... but fame is a journey, right? Maybe this was the first step!

But... I can't help but to think perhaps it was a slightly shaky one! A foxy step forward, but with a wiggle~ or maybe a stumble! *wavers on one foot as if to demonstrate!*

As I look at the photo after the fact, I think that I there must be better solution for when I must attend to my nose fluffs. Presently I just try to lick my nose and pat them down, but as you can see they just seem to jump right up again! An appointment with the family groomer has been scheduled, and I have every intent to stay on top of this fluffy crisis, lest my cuteness be forever overshadowed by my shaggy nose.

Photo:
http://www.furaffinity.net/full/2934871/

I am but one fox, but I think perhaps if I were to see a bit more of this world, I could perhaps understand what that might mean. Last weeks convention was but a start. Soon I will be entering the land of mooses - a dire proposition, but one easily countered with a nice scarf. Perhaps a wintr'y scarf of purple. *shakes his head* I will keep a careful diary of these encounters, for posterity if nothing else~

Accompanying me on this journey are some fellow explorers whom I became acquainted with at this convention. My first entry was mistaken on one note - these ... gatherings of explorers, they go far beyond foxes. I will be joined by a snowy dog, who has sworn to deliver me to the far side of the border, where we will meet our guide - a local wolf, reportedly a kind soul. From his den, we will pack our bags to continue ever northward, to the "clubs of Vancouver". There, I can only hope to see the dances that I have heard so much about. Lights, colors ... and humans. I can hardly wait for that last part. With some persuasion (do humans enjoy cookies as much as I?) I hope to train one to dance with me. That would be most strange indeed.

~Faygo, Wandering Prince of the Soda Foxes

Today I went to a convention with many other foxes big and small. Whimsical creatures, all of them. But, I certainly wasn't out of place. I found the most wonderful scarves, blue and red, and wandered through the convention with them fluttering behind me. Many people didn't understand the challenges of being a prince soda fox ... and perhaps I didn't either. Many people didn't understand how important my bottle cap is to me ... or why I was fizzy-looking. I suppose it will come with time.

In the meantime, I've been doing some thinking about the future, I don't know if soda is the thing for me. I've always had this fondness for confetti cake, and I think when I'm old enough, I'd like to try dying my fur with little dots of yellow and pink and blue and green and red and everything... and perhaps add a little icing to my nose. But for now ... alas, I have to satisfy myself with just one little secret. A tiny blue dot on my footpaw, just for me to see~