Andlat's Story Spot

Another vintage Andlat story! Andlat studied the board before him, his gaze shifting from the board to the cards in his paw and back again. “Ah!” He said. “I’ll build a route from Denver to Kansas City with four orange cards.” He made his move, placing his red train cars in a neat line on the orange boxes as Jack looked on. He was glad that Andlat had not thrown too much of a fit about his conductor cap being pink, nor the fact that the bandana around his neck was more of a scarf, every bit as pink as his cap. After all, he was all boy below the scarf, from his beloved Ace Incredible t-shirt to the shorts that were insistent about sliding down his hips when he excitedly bounced forward from his place on the floor to play his turn. He had pouted more when Jack had accidentally blocked one of his routes. Andlat had tried to hide his disappointment, but he was a bad actor and Jack always knew when he was feeling down. “You might just beat me, kit.” Jack said, studying his own cards. “I...

A classic Andlat tale "Alright, you're about to put down roots. I think it's time to play outside." Jack said, noticing that Andlat had not even looked up when he entered the room. The fox remained on the couch, chin tucked to his chest as he slouched, staring at the video game in his paws. Jack half-expected a string of drool to be coming from the fox's mouth. It was almost as though he was raising a zombie. "Andlat, now." "Let me finish this level." "Andlat." "It'll be like two minutes!" "Kit." The fox's ears perked up in alarm. Jack nodded. "That's more like it, young lady." The fox blushed, his paws playing with the hem of his Ace Incredible t-shirt. He was dressed as a boy, the gesture meant, but Jack did not care. Even tomboy vixenkits were still vixenkits. “Don't forget Rose.” Jack said as the fox shuffled past him. Andlat returned to the couch and the little vixen doll, his face th...

Andlat sighed and rubbed at his eyes. It was bedtime. He had gotten enough writing done for one night. Getting up out of his bed, he put his underwear back on and turned off his laptop. He had written a good amount of a new Andlat story, but he had not been able to finish it. Maybe tomorrow, he thought as he padded off to the bathroom to give his tail a good brushing. It was essential to brush your tail every night. Every fox heard that a million times growing up. He smiled and admired his tail in the mirror, loving how the red fur looked against the white cotton of his underwear. He turned his attention to the mask of white fur across his face, smoothing it with his paws before setting to work brushing his tail. Returning to his room with a properly brushed tail, Andlat pulled back the covers and turned off the lamp beside his bed. The fox lay in the dark, thinking about the story he had been writing about his fictional counterpart and the big wolf that was his daddy. "I wonder w...