Morning world. It's Hatch.
Today I noticed the hoomans were acting strange. While most of them used to shake handpaws or wrap their forearms around each other as a way of greeting, most of them have stopped doing so. They instead hit each other with the bendy parts of their forearms, or kick the other person's feetpaws. Hoomans are strange creatures. I also saw some of them with cloth wrapped around their muzzles. Odd.
Anyways, I went back to the dump pile today to see what else I could find. I'm sad to say, I was not able to get the cold box home. I wouldn't have had anywhere to plug it in even if it did make it back. I've found plenty of power tails before, but plugging things into them is a challenge. Not the plugging it into a wall part, that's easy. No, the difficult part is plugging things into the other end. You need to somehow PIN THE END DOWN OR OTHERWISE STOP IT FROM MOVING while you plug something into the other end. Not an easy feat when all you have to work with is paws. I could do it, yeah, but not easily. That doesn't stop me from operating a typewriter though. Paws are good for pushing things with, and hitting typewriter keys isn't especially difficult. My paws are tiny sometimes. Back to the dumpster. I was able to find some spare ink cartridges, so I took those. ^⋅‿⋅^ There wasn't any paper though. ^⋅⁔⋅^ I also found some chicken in their leftovers can. I ate it for lunch. Later I did some more poking around in the dumpster and found a bag thing. I put the ink cartridges in it and used it to carry them to my den.
I went out hunting and got a pigeon. Small dinner tonight. I'll write again tomorrow.
See you tomorrow, 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.
