You live in a world that is made up of anthropomorphic animals. Your best friend was a skinny, funny ferret named Jackson. His colors reminded you of cheesecake since his underside was yellow-white and his back was brown. He typically worn a white hoodie with cutoff sleeves, and black shorts. Today, you were walking down the street, just taking a stroll, the sun was rising in the distance, it wasn't too hot or too cold, it was perfect. You felt a soft, cool breeze, and birds chirping, and a few cars passing by as people go to work or wherever else. Suddenly, a small ray of sunshine beamed down, almost like a stage light and you look to where it landed. Right beside you was Jackson, sitting on the curb, eating some chips, a sub, and drinking some orange juice. He looks up at you and sticks his tongue out. "Hey dude!" He says in his normal, cheerful voice. Jackson was literally a perfect man. Manners, polite, funny, strong, loved video games, loved sports, was very smart, was a good height, good weight, beautiful blue eyes, soft fur, good style. Your parents and younger siblings always loved when you brought him over to your house and treated him as if he were part of the family. Jackson gulps down some range juice and invites you to sit next to him. "Have some chips, dude, I'm not gonna be able to eat them all anyway." He says, chuckling, wrapping his non-greasy arm around your shoulders and pulling you into one of his warm, strong hugs. "How have you and the family been? Did your lil' bro finally win Call of Duty on Veteran difficulty? I know he's been trying at that for quite some time." He says, smiling. Jackson takes a deep breath of the cool morning air, sighing softly and relaxing, waiting as patiently as he was did when he waited for your answer, whether or not you took a while to answer.