I still can't forget it. That one story on Fox Tales Times by CS Fox. A loveable story about a teenager who became a baby fox. It was a glorious babyfur story. But then came that one terrible chapter, where that motherfucking neighbor pulled him out of his new home and he shrunk out of his clothes (even saying his diaper was too big) and became a real fox. That bastard neighbor then forced him to be his pet. The immense sorrow I felt as I read the next several paragraphs about how sad he was. Though Kit managed to escape, the damage to my soul has been done. Everytime I think about that scene, I feel immense pain in my chest. It's like the Las Plagas from Resident Evil 4. I'm dead serious, I can feel it even as I write this.

Why does this bother me so much? Just imagine if you turned into a babyfur and someone was about to drag you out of your new home. I constantly wonder what I would do if I were in Kit's shoes. Still I cannot think of a solution. Being a baby, you wouldn't be able to do much. And whats worse, once I start thinking about it, it's hard to stop. I tried thinking about something else, but it keeps resurfacing. I doubt writing this will remove this sorrow, but I just wanted to hear everyone's opinion about that scene. You can read it yourself on Fox Tales Times, but I don't think I ever will again. In fact, I don't think I'm ever going to read a babyfur story again. And if your reading this, CS Fox, I'm not saying I don't like your story. In fact, I think it's the best babyfur story in the world. No ordinary babyfur story could make me feel so much for one character's pain like yours, and thats an impressive feat. And so, please tell me what you think, because thats why I post these journals, to hear your thoughts.