"I'm going to call Sally" you tell Rachael, hoping the fox plush will listen to reason. "Are you calling her over?" asked Rachael as you reach for your cell phone on the counter. "Maybe, it depends." you sigh while scrolling through the contact list. You hope you aren't bothering her.
After you dial, you get an unusually swift answer, "Hello?"
"Hi Sally! I'm so glad to hear your voice. I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time."
Her voice sounded perky, "not at all. I was hoping you'd call me sometime do you want to chat?"
"Not exactly. Well, I wish we could, but I have a situation. Do you remember that toy fox you gave me?"
"Rachael? Oh no, what happened to her. Don't tell me you lost her or hurt her."
"No no, nothing like that. This might sound crazy, but Rachael is, well, alive."
"Alive? Are you drunk or something?"
"You have to listen, she talked and said something about your father knowing magic. I thought I was hallucinating myself. Maybe I am, but now she's walking around. She almost looks like a real fox..."
Rachael walks up to your legs and starts rubbing herself on you like a cat.
"Now she's rubbing up on me and feels like a real cat. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm shocked at the whole thing more than scared. I just thought maybe you know something."
"Well, you don't sound like you're losing it. Come over and bring Rachael with you if you want."
Rachael wags her tail at those words. She's clearly been listening to the whole conversation.
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