Hello world. Fox here. Or, more specifically, Hatch.
I found this typewriter in some hooman's dump pile. They didn't want it, so now it's mine ^⋅w⋅^. I grabbed a piece of cloth that was also in the dumpster and put their typewriter on it. I grabbed the end of the cloth with my teeth and dragged it back to my den. It was somewhat hard, because the cloth kept ripping and the typewriter kept falling off. But I got it back eventually. Now it's safely in my den, and I finally have something to write with. I only have a few sheets of paper though, so I'll have to find more eventually.
Anyways, it's getting dark now, so I'm going to have the last of the rabbit I caught for dinner then go to bed.
'Night world.
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Hatch and the Corona Apocalypse
FantasyA fox finds a typewriter in a dumpster. The Coronavirus pandemic starts. A fluffy diary filled with a fox's comedic opinions on hoomans and the virus. Currently unedited, feel free to point out any and all errors, I wont be offended.
