Your plush fox is real looking. It even has the brown "gloves" and "boots" of a fox. The fox's eyes are made out of plastic and are black. The orange fur is soft to the touch. You decided that the fox is a vixen. You can't say how you're sure about this, but you're convinced its a she.
A few weeks after your birthday, your vulpine pal comes to life. You're not sure how it came to life. It happened one night when you woke up suddenly with a full bladder. After going to the bathroom, you re-enter your room and see that the plush fox has moved about a foot from where it was on your bed. You also see whiskers on the fox, something you don't remember seeing. It blinks its eyes, with startles you.
"Hello" said the plush fox in a female voice.
Your eyes go wide and you let out a small yelp.
"Oh, be quiet" said the fox. "you want to wake the whole house up?" then, the fox giggled.
"But...but..how?" you stammer.
"Magic" said the fox, matter-of-factly.
"Magic?" you ask. "there's no such thing"
"Don't be too sure of that" said the fox. "that toy maker knows some magic"
You haven't moved an inch since the vixen had first spoken to you. You're too afraid to get near it.
"Hey, I'm not an 'it' !" said the vixen, sounding angry. "I do have a name, you know"
"You do..?" you ask faintly.
The fox nodded.
"What is it?"
"Racheal" said the fox. "come closer. I like to cuddle with you some more!"
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