xxxxxx? time later ...

Scrub scrub squeak! You're a good little shiny fox maid and that's all there is to it. You can't imagine any other life, or even a world outside the lavish but warm interior of your master's mansion. With a playful spin, you swing your large tail from side to side, cheerfully clearing a large, ornate dresser of pesky dust.

You're not sure how long you've been working, but you don't really care. Your sense of the concept of time fluctuates depending on the wishes of your masters. Days, months, seasons and years blend together into one abstract, endlessly repeating cycle of various chores and duties, yet you also have an acute awareness of time down to the second whenever your masters desire it. If master requests you clean the main dining room by 6, consider it cleaned. If you need to get the house ready for master's arrival on the 8th, You always have the house as squeaky clean as your shiny rubber body before the first knock. You never think about the paradox of your intelligence and memory - it's not your place to think about such things, after all. You simply do as the master wishes.

What more could a simple rubber ox maid ask for?

Part 3 of eamonramon's new maid orientation, starring an old friend: The head butler! The New Recruit by How2101 -- Fur Affinity [dot] net