“How’s she doing?” Jack asked, walking inside the room. As Kohle gave him a perplexed look, he coughed: “Walker, that is.” Colonel smiled. “Come and see for yourself,” he said, then turned again to the young vixen beyond the separating …
She admired him. She was aware of this fact; yet, she couldn’t bring herself to talk to him. She didn’t dare. He was… close and distant at the same time, almost unreachable. Words that begged to be voiced always ended …
“It was very kind of you to invite me here, Colonel.” Jack slightly bowed his head, then looked around with discretion. “I have to say you have a nice mansion.” “Don’t be so formal, my boy.” Gregory Kohle gave him …
Cynthia really liked pink. She thought it looked good on her. It made her feel confident; the mellowness of its hues suited Cynthia’s soft fur and her half-grown shapes. On top of that, she had learned in her favorite magazine …
Murmuring. Whispering. Indistinct chattering. Every one of those sounds reached Jack’s sensitive ears, as he took his books from the locker. The hare exhaled a quiet sigh, the hubbub caused by the soft chattering around him slowly fading away, turning …
