my best friend is such a little fox... an arctic fox, to be exact. And our story begins with the big bad wolf, and when he bought and named my fox for himself. Quietly I stole her away and we claimed each other, until the wolf came back and took us back again. Being the nimble chinchilla that I am, I managed to place a decoy and slip away, but alas, he found me and put me back in his den again, and called me =p. hah. Bettina took refuge with a strong, young australian, who took a liking to me as well, and eventually scooped me up and now he calls me squeakums. ...and that's the story of how I got my curly, red-headed Australian, and how he got us. =]
Unknown "Squeakums" Feisty - 16 years, 11 months, 3 days ago