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A soft rain acted as a blanket outside as the front door swung open, a small bell ringing from above. The smell of freshly brewed coffee mixed with pumpkin spice filled the air as the espresso machine roared to life. Little paper bats and pumpkins decorated the brewing counter as a fox happily spun around his work station. Dressed in a pair of black slacks, a white shirt and suspenders, the fancy fox smirked, tossing a cup in the air, liquid and all before catching it all with his tail, not a drop spilled. Smugly handing the cup to himself, he slid it down the counter to the tall zebra who ordered it,  “Welcome to the Fox Hole in the Wall, what can I get ya?”
The newest customer to the coffee shop looked about, dressed in an oversized and soaked trench coat. They weren’t much to look at, but their appearance told a different story. The small dalmatian, once pristine white fur with black spots were now smeared in crimson. Where the fox was expecting an adult or at least a highschool or college student, he found himself having to peer over the counter at the small pup. Dark brown eyes shimmered as the pup whimpered, trembling worse than a leaf in winter, “Where’s your parents?” The fox’s smug demeanor stiffened, fur standing on edge as he felt his own heart twinge.
The pup looked over his shoulders as he went to bolt, the large coat acted more like a soaked and soggy carpet being dragged towards the back of the shop. The fox ran around the counter, intercepting the poor boy before he made it to the back door. Ready to stop the runner, the pup suddenly dove between the fox’s legs. Making it home free, the fox quickly slammed his foot on the jacket, making the small pup tumble and fall back, struggling to breathe let alone think. The few customers sipping on their drinks and biting into pastries looked towards the commotion with concern. The fox waved them away before picking up the sniffling pup and gave him a seat behind the counter, “Tell me what happened.”
“Cops…Gun…he’s after me. Help.”