The Fox And The Fiddler

Tap tap tap tippity tap tippity tap... he counted out with his bow on the back of the fiddle. his uncle had told him to do this in order to warm to the music.

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Stung 1: The Tiger in the Bar

'But why him? I don't get it.' A blue fox and a white tiger were standing on a dark street at night-time. They were both about eighteen years of age, both looking a little uncomfortable and uneasy in the dark, silent street....

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(Intro) The Nokken's Fiddle

Interrupted one of the girls, "paul said it was a fiddle!" "they're the same thing, you silly!" laughed the other friends. "so... yeah, i heard this violin, or fiddle, playing but there was no one in sight.

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Second Fiddle

Tiriana & slate - second fiddle justus andomus sauntered through the palatial entrance-hall of the mansion with a suitably stately demeanor, even though he rather felt like humming a merry tune as he went.

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Shall I get my Fiddle?

"shall i get my fiddle then?" he said with as low smile on his lips, staring at her in a dual hunger: for lust, and for the fact that he had eaten anthros and humans before. "d-d-devil!"

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That Gay Goth Dog: CHapter 18: The Battle to be Normal: part 3

"wack fol'a day diddle dee dye doe je le len 'o je le la le len 'o fiddle daddle day diddle dee dye doe ho de fee ra huri wack fol'a day diddle dee dye doe je le len 'o je le la le len 'o fiddle daddle day diddle dee dye doe ho de fee ra huri

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The Crush PART 1

Fit as a fiddle!" ms. briggs giggled, resting her foxy hand on her black wool jacket, leading to her silk black skirt hiding her knees, standing upon black heels and a happy pair of round glasses, she smiled, "alright, doctor fiddle!

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Curse of the Crinkle Crate! | Chapter 3

fiddling with the tapes for a minute, he rediapered himself to his satisfaction. he stood up and walked in front of a mirror.

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Different Circles

Octavia awkwardly took the fiddle and bow, cautiously dragging the bow across the strings, and wincing at the horrible hissing sound it produced. "this isn't going to work," octavia predicted, moving to place the fiddle back down.

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A Bully Story: Part 3 [Draft - Look for Cleaned Up Version]

He looked visibly worried as the smile faded, and he began fiddling with his tail again. "i was hoping that maybe, if you still want to, that maybe we could still be... friends?"

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