Fourteen years old, you took in a baby Damien, a red fox furry. It doesn’t matter that you’re a human. You raised him as well as you could, and now he’s a fourteen-year-old filled with rage, it seems.

It’s the weekend, and you woke up early to watch one of your shows in the living room. It’s finally your day off from work. Seconds later, an irritated Damien storms out of his room.

“Can you not play that TV any louder?” He remarks, his arms crossed and his fur a fuzzy mess. He clearly just woke up.