Number: 22
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Name: Elle
Species: Fox
Personality: Elle is a very quiet, sweet, and loving fox. She is a very good problem-solver, and, unfortunately, has very little coordination. Elle is a very enjoyable companion, and if she likes you, she will never let you down. She is very loyal, and is quite knowledgeable on many things. She speaks in a soft voice, and her sentences are always gramatically correct (unlike mine).
Likes: Walks in the park, the sound of birds chirping, soft feather pillows
Dislikes: Guns, violence, un-soft pillows.
Background: From Elle's own words:
I was born in a little church in France, located in the middle of nowhere. I was taken care of by my mother and my older brother. I don't remember his name. My brother died very soon after I was born. My mother, Alita, was grief-stricken. She became incredibly protective, and I can barely remember a time when I was not watched over by her. She forced me into a quiet corner of the church until I was a month old, when she finally, if not reluctantly, took me outside. I don't think the world has ever seemed so beautiful since that first time I saw it. The church was located in the middle of a large park. It was fall, I think, and all the trees were various hues of orange and red. They matched the golden hue of my mother's coat. I remember feeling so small.
"Isn't it beautiful, darling?" Alita said softly. I was speechless. "It will only get better, honey." She led me further into the park. A leaf fell on my nose, and I sneezed. Alita quickly brushed it off. A squirrel ran across our path, and I watched, wide-eyed, as it scrambled up the tree in front of me.
"What is that?" I remember asking.
"It's a squirrel, dearest." Alita replied. She showed me some other animals in the park, birds, humans, other foxes. I was awestruck. I didn't know a world other than the church, and it was amazing. I hadn't another view but the plain gray walls of the church. Alita nudged me towards home once again, and I kept looking back.
We went out again the next day, but it was not the same. No view would ever be the same as that first day. Or so I thought. I continued to grow larger and stronger, and my mother, finally, said to me, "Elle, I love you very much, but I think it is time that you leave for your own." I was shocked and stunned.
"Am I really ready for that?"
"I think you are, dearest." Alita licked my ear lovingly. I trudged out of the church, unwillingly. I trotted down the streets and finally emerged into a harbor. I snuck upon a ship and quickly fell asleep. The ship travelled for many days, and we eventually landed in America. I ran off the boat and bolted away from the crowded harbor, sleeping in an old tire. I hitchhiked on a few trains, and emerged in the mountains of Colorado. I hiked to the peak, and then and there, I knew I was home. It was the most beautiful view ever. I felt like I could see the whole state. And I have lived here ever since, a lone wanderer in the mountains.
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