A Friendly Picnic
Fred dressed in one of the few changes of clothes he had. No standard jeans could fit him, but Sylvie had fixed up a pair for him to accomadate his legs. He went barefoot as always. The soles of his feet were toughened so he felt no discomfort.. He eyed a mirror briefly. He looked adequate. Wait..why did he care? He shook his head. Best not t think overmuch on it. He took a moment to eye his hands, legs and feet, and his newly pointed ears and wished..he didn't look like a monster out of a fairytale.
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