My first story involving Fidget, my fursona.


The Introduction Of Fidget The Chipmunk
By: Fidget / Max

A small brown ball of fur scampered about the trees, munching on an acorn much larger than it’s head. It’s ears would twitch occasionally at the sounds of nearby wildlife, as well as that of humans passing by. The little chipmunk had made his home in the smallest tree in the suburb he had been able to find, so he rarely ever got bothered, except by small children deciding to climb the tree. He scratched at his ear in small tidbits. It was obvious he had the urge to constantly move and fidget. This was how he’d come about being named Fidget.

He was rather reclusive, rarely venturing away from his home. He occasionally had visitors, but not often. Most knew that he was afraid of interaction until he got comfortable around someone. He tossed the cap of the acorn aside and scampered up the tree. Stopping at the top, he twitched a tad, peering about the neighborhood. He noticed a small family of chipmunks a few trees away and frowned. He’d never really interacted with his family.

He slowly slid down the tree and into the hole in which his home was. He got cozy on a small bed of leaves he’d gathered. Shivering as a cool breeze blew into his home, he pulled a small piece of fabric he’d stolen from a garbage can over him. Slowly he drifted, hopes of finding people to call family fading as he did.