- Influence
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Apple crates don't snore. At least, they *shouldn't* be snoring. But for anyone who happened to walk near this particular package of produce, there'd be a light snoozing sound coming from behind it. Nothing loud or obnoxious. In fact, it sounded rather... young.
Now, Finnian hadn't intended to be a stowaway. He just needed to lay low for a while. After witnessing that murder in the alley, it didn't take the brightest mind to see that the murderers didn't want any witnesses. (Why, with them shouting things like, "Get back here, or we'll kill you!" it was almost a dead give away!) The docks weren't the smartest place to run, being a wide open space with nowhere to hide. But counterintuitively, it played out in Finn's favor. See, it's rather hard to murder someone out in the open.
Finn's pursuers watched from the alley as he scurried up a mooring line, and took note of the rather obscene gesture he gave them from behind the railing. But they had him cornered now -- and patiently waited in the shadows. The fox kit would have to come off the boat eventually. And that was the plan. Right up until sleep set in.
When the foxkit woke from his short little nap, he was shocked to find that the harbor was no more. Just ocean as far as the eye could see. Finn ran through the regular gauntlet of emotions -- starting with denial. Maybe it would be a short voyage? Finn had played with the idea of trying to turn himself in, and explain the mistake. Hearing the shouting and pained yelps of some beast getting thrashed gave him a change of heart. Maybe it would be best to lie low.
For two days, Finn managed to evade detection. He was able to purloin a good amount of tuck for himself -- water as well. We're not talking just a few biscuits here and there, the foxkit managed to steal an officer's meal this evening. The whole kit and kaboodle. Perhaps that's why he was sleeping so soundly right now.
Now, Finnian hadn't intended to be a stowaway. He just needed to lay low for a while. After witnessing that murder in the alley, it didn't take the brightest mind to see that the murderers didn't want any witnesses. (Why, with them shouting things like, "Get back here, or we'll kill you!" it was almost a dead give away!) The docks weren't the smartest place to run, being a wide open space with nowhere to hide. But counterintuitively, it played out in Finn's favor. See, it's rather hard to murder someone out in the open.
Finn's pursuers watched from the alley as he scurried up a mooring line, and took note of the rather obscene gesture he gave them from behind the railing. But they had him cornered now -- and patiently waited in the shadows. The fox kit would have to come off the boat eventually. And that was the plan. Right up until sleep set in.
When the foxkit woke from his short little nap, he was shocked to find that the harbor was no more. Just ocean as far as the eye could see. Finn ran through the regular gauntlet of emotions -- starting with denial. Maybe it would be a short voyage? Finn had played with the idea of trying to turn himself in, and explain the mistake. Hearing the shouting and pained yelps of some beast getting thrashed gave him a change of heart. Maybe it would be best to lie low.
For two days, Finn managed to evade detection. He was able to purloin a good amount of tuck for himself -- water as well. We're not talking just a few biscuits here and there, the foxkit managed to steal an officer's meal this evening. The whole kit and kaboodle. Perhaps that's why he was sleeping so soundly right now.