Tails of the Furful: How the Frabjous Furful Met His Reflection

And lo it came that three or four days after the arrival of the Frabjous Furful, he noticed the great glass door. It was the time of darkness, and the human was reading with a light, and the Frabjous Furful was looking for entertainment.

First, he stuck his nose into the fascinating pile of cardboard in the corner. How new and interesting, and with such lovely loud noises when it falls!

“Blake!” sayeth the human. “Don’t even think about it.”

Then he stuck his head through the mysterious metal curtain. Such delicious smells of ash and flame and old cobwebs, and such fascinating black things to chew on!

“Blake!” sayeth the human. “Get your nose out of there.”

The Frabjous Furful wandered mournfully, completely ignoring all the toys and chew bones scattered around the floor. “I am bored!” he whined. “Play with me, oh human one!” But the human remained steadfastly glued to her book.

Verily, the Frabjous Furful noticed motion! There, in the great glass door! Another dog to entertain him!

He edged up to it and sniffed cautiously. It didn’t smell like a dog. But there it was, sniffing back!

The Frabjous Furful backed up and stretched forward, his butt thrusting into the air. His tail wiggled once, twice… and then he launched himself at the strange dog on the other side!

The human looked up from her book to see the Frabjous Furful bounce off the glass and lo, she let out a great laugh.

“Are you all right, buddy?” she asked, setting aside the book and kneeling to run her hands over the head and body of the Frabjous Furful. He squiggled with joy and the human stayed on the ground to wrestle with him, and then the Fearful Furful joined in, and all was well with the world.

And that is the tale of how the Frabjous Furful met his reflection.