Post by Pruz on May 21, 2017 10:31:51 GMT -4
I stared at the mail as it was given to me by the newspaper boy who came by every week. The delivery guy changed every day, but this guy I somehow remember the most.
My family is a group of anthros who lived in the suburbs. We are wolf anthros. We have a few humans living scattered around us in variously different housing, though our house was around average in size and worked well for my family and I.
Aside from a bit of name-calling that some of the humans give us, there are also some that treat us kindly. And there's a very low chance of that.
Going to work was a problem in that matter. Since I didn't own a car, I had to walk on the sidewalks and cross the streets. And the reason that that is so bad is because usually it's the low percentage that does like us see us. And of course some of the humans mock me on my way to work, which constantly happens.
As the way social status is concerned none of us anthros are high class. We are usually ranked as low as a townsperson, even if they are famous like Rebecca Thomas (a famous anthropomorphic rabbit known for her artistic talents). I see her usually every day as I pass her artsy shop in the morning.
Looking at the mail that was given to me, I read the stamp, revealing that the sender was from Coysal Coast, which was on the East of Fallen Isle, which is where I live.
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'Who are you?' Was the first thing I saw about a week beforehand as this wasn't the first time I've received a letter from this person. I remember replying back to the basic enveloped letter with my name. I was just on my way back to my home from Seringdad. Now located in the city Winston, the densely populated area, the letter now read, 'Samuel Bennett. I was just wondering if you would like to be invited to a formal party that we are hosting in a week for completion of the newly built town above where I am in Coysal Coast. You contributed a lot to the project and you deserve to come! We're expecting you.' I squinted at the letter making sure I didn't miss anything, because I have never worked on a project like this for any of my career. I work as a businessman, not a construction worker.
"Ooh, you got an invitation?!" A voice yelled from behind me, which alerted me, so I jumped back. It was my mother in a dark pink top and sweatpants. It looked as if she had just gotten out of bed. "If your going, you have to get ready!" She hurries back inside but says "I'll be picking out an outfit to wear." before she went back inside.
I looked at the date as it said 'April 26'. I looked up, think of the date today.
April 29th.
Ehh, Coysal Coast is about a day and a half's jog, maybe I could stay another night here and walk the next few days. I put the letter and opened envelope to my side as I walked up the doorsteps and a few porch turns back into my wooden house located on the outskirts of the city.
Being in this location close to many trees provided us a safe haven from any humans who would run amok and aggravate us by ruining our property or yelling at us for the stupidest of things. That was my grandmother's idea before she had passed at the age of 88. Our family doesn't talk about her much. My mom said to my father something about my heart being ripped to shreds if I ever found out. But about what exactly? I'll ask mom questions later. But boy, was grandma's idea a great one? Also the serenity of all of the wildlife in the surrounding woods really makes the area way more breathtaking than in the city. Listening to the calls of the birds now, it really contrasts to the drilling and the heavy machinery downtown. They really want to expand most of our cities on the isle, probably to regulate population growth. I'm not sure, but I see many of the townsfolk when I walk to work homeless, begging for spare change but no one paying a lick of attention to their grumbling stomachs. Whenever I can, I at least give one person a five dollar bill, which is from my lunch money that I take to work every weekday. On my way home Friday I give the homeless the spare change that I have from my lunch that I didn't buy.
Looking in their containers however, I've noticed that they don't receive a lot of cash as my contribution is about half of what was in their pot to begin with. Strange that a poor guy such as me can provide with more than people that have it all. Well, I can understand, not much of us anthros are wealthy. My family included. I am the guy who buys all of the food for my family. I never usually spend my money on useless things like technology such as phones, televisions, or game systems, but I do remember a few years ago I bought a portable console that resembled a GBA and my mother got mad at me and she yelled at me about it. She acted like I should've known not to buy it, but she still took it away. I've never seen it since. Since then I've learned my lesson I guess, and now I only buy groceries and necessities for my family. I'm a bit out of shape, but I try to work out twice a week to compensate for my slim build and my lack of eating.
I headed back inside my wooden home after I gazed for a while at the sky thinking of my future trek, traveling to Coysal Coast. I walked quickly to my unlit room (the only light was coming through the few blinds from my two windows). Then as I opened both of the closet door shutters, I grabbed my business outfit which usually always laid in the center of the hung clothes. It was a dark shade of grey and lighter streaks ran down every thumbnail width of space. Viewing upward, I looked at my fedora-shaped hat that hang a foot above my assortment of attire. The day wasn't unwelcoming at all so I decided not to wear my hat for the day. I pulled my suit away from the closet and shut both closet shutters with my free hand. My right hand shut the right door first, then the left one.
After a good two minutes of changing I exited the room and headed through the kitchen to step out of the front door.
"Have a good day sweetie." My mother stated before I did. She was still in her same clothes as she had worn before, sitting down on a stool eating cereal with very little milk.
"I will Mom." I responded before grabbing my pen off the kitchen counter, rigidly placing it in my coat pocket and leaving out of the door, shutting it firmly.
Looking up at the street to my right, which is where I was headed, my vision was obscured due to the sun temporarily blinding me. As soon as my eyes got used to the impending light, I went on my way.
It was a three mile hike. Not really the greatest, but it was a good exercise and a good thing to keep my blood pumping every morning. Some times I walk on Saturdays or Sundays and hike back just for the hell of it, but I usually am too tired to continue on doing anything else, so I end up plopped down back on my mattress and take about an hourlong rest.
On the way to the city, however, on the mile closer to my home, there are some old and run-down shacks near my house that used to be inhabited by my kind and a few foxes. They were mainly taken out of their homes for their land and replaced with field for sharecroppers and other farmers. I remember most of the kids down here too that we're around my age: Johnny Crook, Jimmy Thall, Carey Johnson, Big G... It's always a sad sight to see their homes collecting dust for years now, and I'm always fearful that my mother's home will soon be next. My tail swishes just thinking about it.
The streets grew more urban halfway there as our gravel-like roads turned into more concrete streets. The wind seemed to subside as the air grew thicker. Less houses and owned fields were present, and the upcoming medium sized buildings, then skyscrapers came into view. My bushy tail moved less the more I walked. My feet were on the verge of aching, but the more it ached, the slower I became. Although I walked slow now, I still kept my posture the same as I had started with, so I didn't show my pain even though I was the only one on the road and I have no shame on how I feel.
It was about ten minutes until I had made it to the outskirts of city. Small buildings had surrounded me in almost all directions but two. The walk to the side or he road grew more definite as the tannish sidewalk began with a minor bump out of the ground, continuing on evenly about an inch or two off of the ground in perspective to the pavement. A smile was held onto my face until I looked on the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street from me. There was a brown and white Akita that was sitting down asking the surrounding people for spare change. He had a blanket across of his head flowing down past the rest of his body, hiding almost any facial feature above his red, pleading eyes as he held out a grey beanie that didn't look like it would fit him now. The ear-holes seemed to be sewn shut very poorly as most, if not all, of the money put in fell through the tattered holes in the hat. He was collecting pocket change, many nickels and quarters, and a few pennies were left over. While I was peering over at him, the akita noticed me eyeing him and looked with a beaming smile, like if he was in the desert for a whole week and just saw a pool of water for the first time.
"You there, Sir!... Do you have any spare change to give a poor fellow like me?" I closed my eyes, looking back straight ahead, feeling sorry for not replying to him, I didn't have time to give him change at the moment with the big dollars I held in my wallet for the groceries I was supposed to get. I made out like I didn't hear him, and went on deeper into the city.
Upon going further into the city, some people who saw me knew me with familiarity and greeted me since they saw me almost every time i'm on the way to work, half of them were human and the other half had animal in their blood. I was a regular. I greeted them back using their first names like we were acquainted before. Around this part of the city I was well known and treated pretty fairly and with respect here. A canine who wore a white chef's hat greeted me with a ladle in his hand motioning me to come over. I smiled, put my hands together behind my head and smiled birghtly, "I will be feasting in your shop soon enough Kiero, only-" I was about to finish my sentence until the canine, Kiero, finished it for me.
"-only you have to go work first." He looked contently with a pot of stew in his hand before he turned to head back inside his cookery. "I've heard it all before from you, coyote. You're a regular, I know when ya come back, about around nine-thirty-ish? He looked up at a black and white clock that was hung in the red wall that looked like it was made from the same material that those greeting arches in China were made out of.
I was sort of out breath now that I've slowed down in front of his restaurant, so I sat down on one of the chairs that bordered it and ordered some food.
My family is a group of anthros who lived in the suburbs. We are wolf anthros. We have a few humans living scattered around us in variously different housing, though our house was around average in size and worked well for my family and I.
Aside from a bit of name-calling that some of the humans give us, there are also some that treat us kindly. And there's a very low chance of that.
Going to work was a problem in that matter. Since I didn't own a car, I had to walk on the sidewalks and cross the streets. And the reason that that is so bad is because usually it's the low percentage that does like us see us. And of course some of the humans mock me on my way to work, which constantly happens.
As the way social status is concerned none of us anthros are high class. We are usually ranked as low as a townsperson, even if they are famous like Rebecca Thomas (a famous anthropomorphic rabbit known for her artistic talents). I see her usually every day as I pass her artsy shop in the morning.
Looking at the mail that was given to me, I read the stamp, revealing that the sender was from Coysal Coast, which was on the East of Fallen Isle, which is where I live.
---
'Who are you?' Was the first thing I saw about a week beforehand as this wasn't the first time I've received a letter from this person. I remember replying back to the basic enveloped letter with my name. I was just on my way back to my home from Seringdad. Now located in the city Winston, the densely populated area, the letter now read, 'Samuel Bennett. I was just wondering if you would like to be invited to a formal party that we are hosting in a week for completion of the newly built town above where I am in Coysal Coast. You contributed a lot to the project and you deserve to come! We're expecting you.' I squinted at the letter making sure I didn't miss anything, because I have never worked on a project like this for any of my career. I work as a businessman, not a construction worker.
"Ooh, you got an invitation?!" A voice yelled from behind me, which alerted me, so I jumped back. It was my mother in a dark pink top and sweatpants. It looked as if she had just gotten out of bed. "If your going, you have to get ready!" She hurries back inside but says "I'll be picking out an outfit to wear." before she went back inside.
I looked at the date as it said 'April 26'. I looked up, think of the date today.
April 29th.
Ehh, Coysal Coast is about a day and a half's jog, maybe I could stay another night here and walk the next few days. I put the letter and opened envelope to my side as I walked up the doorsteps and a few porch turns back into my wooden house located on the outskirts of the city.
Being in this location close to many trees provided us a safe haven from any humans who would run amok and aggravate us by ruining our property or yelling at us for the stupidest of things. That was my grandmother's idea before she had passed at the age of 88. Our family doesn't talk about her much. My mom said to my father something about my heart being ripped to shreds if I ever found out. But about what exactly? I'll ask mom questions later. But boy, was grandma's idea a great one? Also the serenity of all of the wildlife in the surrounding woods really makes the area way more breathtaking than in the city. Listening to the calls of the birds now, it really contrasts to the drilling and the heavy machinery downtown. They really want to expand most of our cities on the isle, probably to regulate population growth. I'm not sure, but I see many of the townsfolk when I walk to work homeless, begging for spare change but no one paying a lick of attention to their grumbling stomachs. Whenever I can, I at least give one person a five dollar bill, which is from my lunch money that I take to work every weekday. On my way home Friday I give the homeless the spare change that I have from my lunch that I didn't buy.
Looking in their containers however, I've noticed that they don't receive a lot of cash as my contribution is about half of what was in their pot to begin with. Strange that a poor guy such as me can provide with more than people that have it all. Well, I can understand, not much of us anthros are wealthy. My family included. I am the guy who buys all of the food for my family. I never usually spend my money on useless things like technology such as phones, televisions, or game systems, but I do remember a few years ago I bought a portable console that resembled a GBA and my mother got mad at me and she yelled at me about it. She acted like I should've known not to buy it, but she still took it away. I've never seen it since. Since then I've learned my lesson I guess, and now I only buy groceries and necessities for my family. I'm a bit out of shape, but I try to work out twice a week to compensate for my slim build and my lack of eating.
I headed back inside my wooden home after I gazed for a while at the sky thinking of my future trek, traveling to Coysal Coast. I walked quickly to my unlit room (the only light was coming through the few blinds from my two windows). Then as I opened both of the closet door shutters, I grabbed my business outfit which usually always laid in the center of the hung clothes. It was a dark shade of grey and lighter streaks ran down every thumbnail width of space. Viewing upward, I looked at my fedora-shaped hat that hang a foot above my assortment of attire. The day wasn't unwelcoming at all so I decided not to wear my hat for the day. I pulled my suit away from the closet and shut both closet shutters with my free hand. My right hand shut the right door first, then the left one.
After a good two minutes of changing I exited the room and headed through the kitchen to step out of the front door.
"Have a good day sweetie." My mother stated before I did. She was still in her same clothes as she had worn before, sitting down on a stool eating cereal with very little milk.
"I will Mom." I responded before grabbing my pen off the kitchen counter, rigidly placing it in my coat pocket and leaving out of the door, shutting it firmly.
Looking up at the street to my right, which is where I was headed, my vision was obscured due to the sun temporarily blinding me. As soon as my eyes got used to the impending light, I went on my way.
It was a three mile hike. Not really the greatest, but it was a good exercise and a good thing to keep my blood pumping every morning. Some times I walk on Saturdays or Sundays and hike back just for the hell of it, but I usually am too tired to continue on doing anything else, so I end up plopped down back on my mattress and take about an hourlong rest.
On the way to the city, however, on the mile closer to my home, there are some old and run-down shacks near my house that used to be inhabited by my kind and a few foxes. They were mainly taken out of their homes for their land and replaced with field for sharecroppers and other farmers. I remember most of the kids down here too that we're around my age: Johnny Crook, Jimmy Thall, Carey Johnson, Big G... It's always a sad sight to see their homes collecting dust for years now, and I'm always fearful that my mother's home will soon be next. My tail swishes just thinking about it.
The streets grew more urban halfway there as our gravel-like roads turned into more concrete streets. The wind seemed to subside as the air grew thicker. Less houses and owned fields were present, and the upcoming medium sized buildings, then skyscrapers came into view. My bushy tail moved less the more I walked. My feet were on the verge of aching, but the more it ached, the slower I became. Although I walked slow now, I still kept my posture the same as I had started with, so I didn't show my pain even though I was the only one on the road and I have no shame on how I feel.
It was about ten minutes until I had made it to the outskirts of city. Small buildings had surrounded me in almost all directions but two. The walk to the side or he road grew more definite as the tannish sidewalk began with a minor bump out of the ground, continuing on evenly about an inch or two off of the ground in perspective to the pavement. A smile was held onto my face until I looked on the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street from me. There was a brown and white Akita that was sitting down asking the surrounding people for spare change. He had a blanket across of his head flowing down past the rest of his body, hiding almost any facial feature above his red, pleading eyes as he held out a grey beanie that didn't look like it would fit him now. The ear-holes seemed to be sewn shut very poorly as most, if not all, of the money put in fell through the tattered holes in the hat. He was collecting pocket change, many nickels and quarters, and a few pennies were left over. While I was peering over at him, the akita noticed me eyeing him and looked with a beaming smile, like if he was in the desert for a whole week and just saw a pool of water for the first time.
"You there, Sir!... Do you have any spare change to give a poor fellow like me?" I closed my eyes, looking back straight ahead, feeling sorry for not replying to him, I didn't have time to give him change at the moment with the big dollars I held in my wallet for the groceries I was supposed to get. I made out like I didn't hear him, and went on deeper into the city.
Upon going further into the city, some people who saw me knew me with familiarity and greeted me since they saw me almost every time i'm on the way to work, half of them were human and the other half had animal in their blood. I was a regular. I greeted them back using their first names like we were acquainted before. Around this part of the city I was well known and treated pretty fairly and with respect here. A canine who wore a white chef's hat greeted me with a ladle in his hand motioning me to come over. I smiled, put my hands together behind my head and smiled birghtly, "I will be feasting in your shop soon enough Kiero, only-" I was about to finish my sentence until the canine, Kiero, finished it for me.
"-only you have to go work first." He looked contently with a pot of stew in his hand before he turned to head back inside his cookery. "I've heard it all before from you, coyote. You're a regular, I know when ya come back, about around nine-thirty-ish? He looked up at a black and white clock that was hung in the red wall that looked like it was made from the same material that those greeting arches in China were made out of.
I was sort of out breath now that I've slowed down in front of his restaurant, so I sat down on one of the chairs that bordered it and ordered some food.