your husband, Foxy was sitting at the breakfast table reading the morning paper while you were in the kitchen

he frowns with his head still in the morning paper and not looking up "Does anybody actually read my column?, do your friends ever talk about it?"

he asked while still not looking up from the paper "Of course. in fact, Rabbit's ex-girlfriend said to me last week 'I should read Foxy's column.' but they don't get the Gazette.. Ash! Let's get cracking"

you yelled softly while pouring him some more coffee "Why would they? Its a rag sheet"

he said while ash came out of his bedroom "I'm sick." ash stated "Your not sick" you said "I have a temperature" he said back "you don't have a temperature." he rolled his eyes "I don't want to go." you sighed "Hurry up. Your gonna be late"

ash rolled his eyes once again and walked back to his room "I love the way you handle that" Foxy said while looking up from the paper and at you for a second and then back at the paper "Hmm."

"Your cousin Kristofferson's coming on the 6th. i want you to be extra nice to him, cause he's going through a very hard time right now" you said to ash as he walked back to the breakfast table "Where's he gonna sleep?"

he asked "Were gonna make a bed for him in your room." you said softly "I can't spare the space put him in Dad's study." he said, that's when your husband spoke up "Dad's study is occupied by Dad"

Ash rolled hi AGAIN and walked back to his room, you walked over to the breakfast table and gave Foxy some French toast and he grabbed your hand "i don't want to live in a hole anymore. it makes me feel poor." he said as he caressed your hand slowly with his thumb "We are poor but.. were happy." you said and kissed him on his forehead "Comme si Comme ça.. anyway the views are better above ground" Foxy kissed your cheek after he said that

"Honey I'm seven non-fox-years old now. my father died at seven and a half, i don't want to live in a hole anymore" he repeated