FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Mankind has always been far from the center of the Universe. A cold blue marble sets out at the corner of space. Earth’s primitive technology has finally reached the Information Era marking a turning point in history. Great hardships await the human race in the form of nuclear self-destruction and greed. However, they were not the first sapient race to feel the painful influences of war and bombs, nor would they be the last.

In the earth year 2022, the Hubble International space station picked up the image of a particularly unusual pair of comets. The first was noticeably small, while the second had a much greater mass. They took unusual turns and bends and weaved through the porous spaces of the asteroid belt with uncharacteristic precision. The sudden flares, and breaking rocks are what alerted scientists to their position. Upon zooming in, it was clear that the objects were clearly made of inorganic alien design. Not wanting the populace to panic from the fear of a potential apocalypse, their existence was quickly censored from the public.

From within the confines of the first ship, sat an alien of unknown origin. Sirens flashed an alarming red. With a quick rat a tap tap of the creature’s paws, the central console sent a number of commands to the single pilot cruiser. With whiskers a twitch, and tail a wiggle, all hell was breaking loose for the panicked creature. A low rumble signaled that the ship was under heavy fire. The pilot’s chair spun around as its captain was frantically pushing every available button.

“Divert all power to weapons, shields, engines, hyperdrive, and hydroponics! Go Go Go!” said the unknown voice. Of course, the creature’s vocals didn’t actually squeak English, but the alien language had been translated by the narrator for the reader’s enjoyment. Anyway, he had round ears, button nose, and white fur as his species could be easily mistaken for an Earth mouse. However, the long tailed creature wore an astronaut style flight suit which could give him momentary reprieve from the harshness of cold space.

A blue screen popped on the console with a computerized voice stating “Error, Mathematical improbability detected.”

“Errrr, you know what just fix this!” The mouse like creature slapped his arm rest for emphasis.

“Redirecting to priority command. Activing Hydroponics now.” A compartment opened up to reveal a bottomless cup holder where the equivalent of alien potatoes shot gunned out with “all” the power. Clearly panicking, the mouse alien slammed on the ships nutritional off button with a mighty bang. Unfortunately, there was no deactivation of the starchy onslaught.

“Why isn’t this working?”

“Solution, deactivate auto pilot mode to run console commands,” suggested the AI.

The mouse’s pink leathery paw pads slapped his face for being so forgetful. “Actually, just keep doing all the work for me. Oh and disregard that last command!” The computer was quick to fix the potato pandemic.

The ships rear auto turrets persuading the much larger and faster vessel from getting too close too soon. Running out of time, the mouse’s ears twitched with anxiety as he stuffed his face with what he hoped wouldn’t result in his last meal. He wondered if his tiny life was coming to an anticlimactic close. The pursuers hostility was a clearly the result of his previous shenanigans where he had backstabbed his superiors, with hope of pulling off a heist substantially large enough to let him retire.

The ship mainframe computer detected the mouse creatures rising stress levels and calculated a solution for him. “Suggestion: Evacuate?”

“Not now, I’m trying to think of a place to lie low.”

“Attention: Hospital environment detected. Planet identification number 10009998743928394 also known as Earth.”

“Wait I just had a brilliant idea, let’s hide out on Earth,” the alien beamed.

The AI computed an audible sigh before announcing “New course set. Error: unable to detect docking bay. Preparing for emergency landing procedure.” The captain’s chair swiveled backwards to prepare its occupant for arrival. After Earth’s atmosphere was confirmed to be just right for the mouse’s lungs, the spacesuit spewed trapped oxygen before several seams opened, and its fishbowl helmet was uncorked. The suit was then tossed to the side with no regard for tidiness.

Letting out a relieved “Ahh, much better,” the space mouse turned to the computer in order to give it his final instructions. “Alright, look for a place where I can blend in, oh and check for available shelter and snacks. Make it snappy!” The ship beeped to indicate it was scanning earth. A locally owned pet store popped up on the screen.

The computer replied with an “Acceptable Perimeters Detected: 80 percent match. Notice: snappiness not found” The engines pulsed with a final burst with the intention of ramming straight into the building. Unfortunately, the atmospheric impact forced the previously damaged engines to rip off which caused the ship to stall. With its soon to be last bit of mechanical breath, it released a final mayday signal which existed in the form of an electromagnetic pulse wave. Earth’s contemporary technology was no match for blast which created a city wide blackout.

With a screeching crash, the hanging store lamps swayed side to side. The sound of its snoring human occupant took a noticeable pause as he was forced to wake up to a strong green light piercing through the window. The human who went by the name of Max Hawkins wanted to resist getting out of bed, but the smoke alarm would surely keep him from sleeping with its pessimistic beeping. He groaned for “five more minutes.”

Downstairs, a large textbook wide shuttle was sitting in its own mess of flaming debris. Although it would clearly take a moment for the mouse to return to his senses, he was safely cushioned by multiple airbags which also smushed his body into the glass of the cockpit. From a human perspective, the shuttle could appear as a toy airplane with a windup pin. However, it was considered to be the highest quality of space mice technology. Furthermore, the ships experimental designs existed as the fundamental reason a vessel that tiny could make it so deep into space. The jealous owners would soon return for it as they were just outside.

A large crash of the glass window could be heart as an invading fox like creature quickly scurried in with plasma mounted wrist guns. Disappointingly, they would not be needed as the fox was able to stroll up to the clearly incapacitated mouse. The anthromorphic invader sneered with a “Gave us a real run for our money did yah.” Lifting the mouse by his tail, he considered incinerating the thief then and there, but realized that would be too good a punishment for the little gremlin. Those keen fox eyes caught something in his view, before filling his head with a mischievous idea. The fox yipped with a “Can’t wait till the higher ups hear about this.” The vulpine then decided to reclaim the small shuttle before setting the tiny mouse like alien down.

“Eeeeerrr what happened,” the mouse questioned while trying to return to his senses. The metallic clank of a latch could be heard which caused him to look up and witness a horrible sight. He was now stuck in some kind of cage, filled with almost identical looking non sapient animals, and sitting on a pile of soft bedding. “Hey Wait! You can’t put me in here, I don’t belong here!” The mouse tried to gnaw open the bars, but he had no such luck as the wire mesh was too strong

The fox snickered with an “Oh don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll fit right in.” As much as the fox wanted to stay and watch the mouse’s demise, he could hear the shuffling of a large creature lumbering down the stairs. “Oh, is the local fauna hungry already? Welp, it was nice knowing ya, gotta run, chow,” yipped the Fox.

“I’ll get you for this!” The mouse was squeaking desperately, but he had no such luck as the fox ran away with the small craft in paw. With goosebumps running down his fur, the door slowly creaked open, and a large menacing hand reached for some sort of switch. It was flicked several times but had no such luck in getting the lights to come on.

A final “Woosh me up Wubby,” could be heard from the fox.

Panicking, the mouse went to bunker in the corner where he was able to use paper shavings as a makeshift burrow. His eyes turned to the emerging giant. The mouse looked at the furless, and thus almost naked creature with distrust. The figure’s footsteps were horrifically loud as it pulled out a large metal contraption, which was used to reach the irritating beeping machine. “I hope my insurance covers lightning strikes,” the demon known as Max roared. It was observing the smoldering entry hole that was previously drilled through the ceiling.

The mouse hoped the monster wasn’t territorial of its own shelter. If there was something that could be considered worse than a hungry lumbering predator; it would be an angry hungry lumbering predator. Terrifyingly, the furless thing was stretching to warm its blood up, no doubt to get its gastric juices flowing. The mouse gave a fearful squeak upon seeing the unknown animal walk up to his cage. The other look a likes twitched with excitement as the prison was being opened once again. With lack of pride, the mice huddled around a large communal bowl. Ghastly unappetizing looking food pellets were scattered in and there was no doubt in the alien’s mind that the larger creature was overfeeding them with the intention of fattening them up.

The morning went pretty smoothly for Max. He grabbed a cup of coffee before putting plenty of cream in it to make sure it was actually tasty. Technically, black coffee was edible for Max too but drinking it would be pretty pointless, because his brain craved that sweet molecule more than the actual caffeine itself. He munched on a breakfast of microwaved chicken nuggets and cold pizza. It gave him the opportunity to have peace and quiet before the beginning of a strenuous, yet fulfilling work day. Over pampering the selectively breed mice always seemed to hold his attention pretty well.

Speaking of which, Max scanned the store to see if the critters wanted enrichment. Noticing a particular puffy mouse exhibiting unhealthy behavior. Max strolled around to see if he could gently nudge the mouse’s paws off the bars. The creature in question fearfully ran to the other side of the cage to hopefully continue his gnawing undisturbed. Unfortunately, this behavior is not considered healthy, as it normally meant they were willing to damage their teeth in the name of fun.

Max wasn’t one who typically forgot the name of his small pets, especially one with fur as white as him. Trying to remember, Max read over the cage description in the vain attempt at taking roll call. Strangely, Max only found three names listed, but the rodent habitat somehow had four mice. The apparent mistake was heartbreaking to so he tried to reprimand the situation by giving the new arrival well deserved affection. Max reached in to see how the critter would react.

In alien tongue, the mouse yelped for salvation. Unfortunately, his tiny sounds manifested in the form of frantic squeaks. Considering one obvious solution for mouse boredom, Max’s hand playfully tracked the alien with a “Coochie coochie coo,” before giving him a mock tackle.

“Squeee, don’t eat meeee!” The tiny mouse ran for cover from the chasing beast who was evidently attempting to play with its food for some reason? Feeling both humiliated and terrified, the alien mouse quickly decided he had to make sure there wasn’t some way to communicate with the beast. Fortunately, his own anatomy could provide a solution for overcoming the language barrier. Belonging to the alien species Souris Psioniques, which is how the term is pronounced in human tongue, the critter’s mind was able to connect with the giant.

Max was quickly startled by what he saw next as some sort of new appendage was blossoming from the mouse’s head. It was transparent in color and thin like a wire. Quickly raising, small petals grew over the end which gave the new appendage a weed like appearance. Naturally, Max considered calling the vet as he had never seen anything like this, but he was stunned by a feeling of vertigo as he felt an electric shock run down his arm.

“Let me go. I’m too young to die,” the mouse squeaked.

“What’s going on, who’s there?’ Max was beginning to hyperventilate as his typical morning was not so normal.”

“Well, uh as an explanation, I made a psionic link to translate my words, but I didn’t expect you to talk back,” explained the mouse.

Max steadied his breath so that he wouldn’t panic. “Ok, I see now. Well then, can I ask what your name is weird mouse thing.”

“What, Hey don’t call me that I’m not weird!” His fur was puffing up to the max. Also my name’s Petrichor. Petrichor the ugh, disgusting tasting mouse!”

“Oh ok, but you are a mouse right?”

“Squeak? What no, of course I’m not a mouse! It’s just a translation error you wouldn’t understand.”

“You look like a mouse, mostly?.” Max sounded lost.

“That’s right I’m actually so different from your typical mouse that you probably wouldn’t want to eat me. I taste like uh, ummm.” Petrichor tried to of something that the giant might consider nauseating to ingest. Max could clearly see that the creature was completely stumped so he went ahead and tested Petrichor.

“Peanut Butter and chocolate?” Max Impishly suggested.

“That’s right, I taste like the most flavorful peanut butter and chocolate you could possibly imagine.”

“Oh that’s good, thanks for sparing me from the taste of peanut butter and chocolate,” Max gave a coy smile. The mouse wiped the sweat from his brow.

“Anyway, I’m Max by the way. Also humans don’t eat mice, so you don’t have to be afraid.”

“What, I wasn’t afraid.”

“Ok well, never mind that. Mind telling me you snuck into my store.”

The mouse told the human how he had been chased throughout the depths of space. Apparently, he had worked for a company that he deemed too unimportant to really talk about before being fired by the local manager. Not wanting to lose face, the courageous mouse stood up to the big old mean boss which inevitable backfired as the HR team decided to release the hounds. After being shot down, the mouse’s spacecraft was apprehended and he was captured in his metallic prison simply because it amused the very stinky fox.

Max wasn’t sure about what he should do next. “Well that certainly explains it I guess.” He opened the cage before explaining to the alien that it was designed for pet mice who would enjoy being adopted. Petrichor was eager to escape as he insisted his species was basically sapient and being treated like a mindless pet was essentially the same as prison lifestyle. The cage was simply too small, cramped, and musty for someone of his fine tastes, even if the humans meant well for the pets of lesser intelligence. However, he wouldn’t oppose to running on the treadmill as it looked like the other mice was having a ton of fun.

Not wanting to ignore the needs of an animal in need, Max told him that he could live in his house for a while, but he would need to stay out of sight from the others humans. He wasn’t sure how they would respond to the fact that there was a literal talking alien mouse. Likely, scientists would want to put him on display in the Smithsonian museum while government officials would probably attempt to interrogate him for the secrets of telepathy, or alien space travel. The mouse felt grateful for the offer but he had to make a show of not being a freeloader so he scurried out the door, Max had to open it for him, and the mouse traveled and amazing five whole feet.

The mouse turned around and grabbed the man’s shoe before bawling his eyes out with a “Waaaaaaahh, please let me stay with you. I won’t survive on my lonesome. Just for a little bit, Promise!”

“Alright, Alright I get it just stop the water works.”

“Thank You Thank you Thank you!” Petrichor squeaked.

***

Unknown to any of them, there had been a particular vessel that had caught wind of the recent space battle. It was unlike the first two ships as it contained a much more formidable design. The ISS Peace Monger was just soaring past the planet Jupiter when its sensors finished decoding the recent distress signal formerly elicited from Petrichor’s craft. Scanning the location of origin, it discovered the mission of a lifetime. The image of the mouse, nicknamed the Chubacabra, alerted the ship’s captain.

An anthromorphic cat stepped forward to grab his crew’s attention. He had orange fur with black stripes, and wore a white eyepatch to hide his scar. “Alright, this is the real action you’ve all been wanting. See this, it’s nothing like we’ve ever seen way out here.”

“Course is set sir, sniffing out the threat now,” barked the navigator.

“Good now somebody tell me what we’re up against,” meowed the commander.

An owl like alien read “Well it seems the suspect has a bounty of twenty thousand credits. As for capabilities, he has been flying experimental flight craft. However, it’s his psionic capabilities that we need to prepare for when meeting him on the ground.”

“Yes, yes that’s all fine, what’s his status?” inquired the cat.

“Well sir his distress signal implies that he’s either crashed or landed so catching up to him shouldn’t be a problem. Additionally, his ships too small to do any real damage to us so really it should be just as simple as getting the drop on him and isolating his organic weaponry. He’s registered to a single pilot shuttle so he should be alone. Basically it’s all too good to be true sir.”

“No, It’s clearly too easy. I mean just look at this mess. Twenty six counts of theft, multiple sightings of illegal firearms. Ship hijacking, smuggling, trespassing, illegal mind control, and of course the most heinous of all, Minor Tax Fraud!” explained the kitty cat commander. The rest of the group responded with an impressed gasp.

One of the small canine commandos responded with an anxious” What, we might never catch someone like that. Surely, you’re not thinking of actually having us go down there.”

“We’re going and that’s final so put your boots on before I decide to throw you into the brig.”

“Sir?” the wolf questioned.

“What is it private?”

“We don’t have boots,” the wolf whined.” Unwavering, the commander leaned in towards his canine commandos with the intent of shooting them with an unamused scowl. The commander responded “Well, we do have a Brig so you better quit gawking and fetch me that rat!” The dogs yelped “Yes Sir, He’s as good as captured Sir,” before running off to the shuttle bays, tails between their legs.

Munching on one generous helping of a single cheese cracker, the mouse fiddled with the remote in order to brush up on human culture. It was the colorful kid’s cartoons that revealed themselves to be the most engaging for the tiny one. He let out a refined belch to signal his gratification to his human roommate. As a show of fine etiquette, the mouse cleaned every paw digit by licking them or by wiping them on the couch.

Max soon closed up shop after a long day of work, before deciding to retreat upstairs and check on his new roommate. Upon seeing the mess splayed over his cushions, and covered in cheese dust, he went to complain to mouse. “By any chance would you want a napkin, or a hot bath?” he said with a passive tone of voice.

“No thank, don’t worry yourself about little ol me,” squeaked the mouse.

Max still wasn’t really sure what he was looking at as he expressed a dumbfounded stare. “Have you been watching cartoons all day?”

“Nope, just started.” It was an obvious lie but Max was too tired to care so he went to deal with his own hunger instead. Putting a pot of water on the stove, he readied a box of spaghetti for himself. Consequently, the mouse turned toward the steaming liquid and asked, “Ugh that looks a bit too warm. I like my baths to be non-lethal.”

The human chuckled with an “Oh, this isn’t for you. It’s my supper.”

“Aww, I want some. Come on don’t be greedy, you gotta share with your smaller roommate.”

“Hmm no I don’t. Besides, you don’t even work here so I’m not obligated to give you anything.”

The mouse looked a little disappointed to not get any real food. “Ok, I’ll just have to work then. Tell me what to do boss.”

“Alright, for your first job, you have to uh, take a bath. Then you can have some supper.”

“What, but my ships gone? That’s not fair, I need modern convenience.”

“We have modern convenience, it’s called a tub.” Max went inside the bathroom to turn the water on. “Ok, its ready, help yourself.”

“It’s too big, I could drown!” Petrichor squabbled.

“I only filled it like two inches.”

“What? How am I supposed to get in and out?”

“Well I could always pick you up.”

Petrichor decided to get all huffy, responding “No way! That’s way too embarrassing, you might accidentally drop me.”

“So does that mean you don’t want supper then?” Max then strained out some boiling spaghetti noodles. As he thought of what might tempt the alien, he sprinkled a bit of the cheesy crackers over the top before heating up some savory alfredo sauce in the microwave. Naturally, Petrichor had a much stronger sense of smell, and the intoxicating aroma made it hard to not drool over himself. Next, he ran over the tub and tried to jump in, but he was much too short.

“Stop eating and help me. I need supper!” His pitch was comically high.

“What, I thought it was embarrassing?” Max teased.

“I ain’t embarrassed no more. Hurry, Hurry, make it Snappy!”

“Hey now, don’t be so bossy.” Max gave a show of reluctance, taking a cheeky bite from his food before shuffling his feet over to the mouse with one agonizingly slow pace. Consequently, this made the mouse fidget, he ran along the steep cliff in an impatient struggle to get in. After much whining from Petrichor, Max finally got close enough to assist the tiny critter. “There you go you filthy thing.”

Using his tail as a makeshift motor, the mouse swam a couple laps around the tub before calling out to Max once again. “I ain’t filthy no more. Pick me up.”

“What, but you haven’t even used soap.” Max then proceeded to walk off for some reason.

“What, Where are you going. Come back,” Petrichor demanded to get out before attempting to run up the slippery walls, only to slide back down.

Max was back in a hot flash, with a bottle of pet friendly shampoo he got from downstairs. It was probably a bit overkill as the other sapient being was likely intelligent enough to not ingest soap, or get its chemical irritants in his eyes. However, Petrichor was being a real pest so one practical joke couldn’t hurt. Max gave a commanding “See, it’s got a floral scent. Just lather up.” Max squeezed the contents into the bath where it began to quickly froth along the surface. “The smell is sure to attract all the cute mice ladies.”

“Gosh, I hate it. It smells like daffodils,” the mouse complained, but continued to clean himself anyway. Sure enough, the orange food stains came right off, revealing his pristine white coat once again. “Ok, I’m soapy and probably look really dumb. Can we eat now?”

“Hmm, I suppose, but let’s rinse you off real quick.”

“Rinse? What are you talking about? No wait!” He looked up to see a waterfall of clear water heading right for him. Petrichor was like a deer stunned by vehicular headlights as the on pour came crashing down. Now the mouse looked fine before, albeit a little bubbly, but now he was absolutely drenched to the bone. Afterwards, the offending cup was dropped over his body.

“Great, Now you are absolutely squeaky clean,” Max chimed. He then gave a taunting, “What are you just sitting still for slowpoke. We got supper to eat.” Petrichor clenched his pink pads in frustration.

After several shivers from being wet and cold, the mouse was soon wrapped in a cozy wash towel. He gave off an expression of complete bliss thanks to the substitute fluffy bath robe. While the alien was warming up again, Max quickly set the dining room table. Unfortunately, the cutlery was clearly too oversized for the small mouse so he had to let Petrichor sit on the table. The mouse stabbed the cheesy noodles with a toothpick as the two couldn’t find a properly sized utensil.

Max tried hard not to laugh at the tiny mouse who was now eating off a human sized plate. It almost looked like he had his own table on Max’s table, and he had his tiny rat feet tucked under the lip of the porcelain. Furthermore, the critter was struggling to shank an oversized noodle. He brought the food stuff to his mouth with a ravenous nibble. Audible slurps could be heard, as Petrichor was practically inhaling his food. The consumption of one spaghetti noodle for Petrichor could be compared to the consumption of an entire bowl of uncut ramen for Max. After a series of continuous bites, Petrichor’s facial pouches had gracefully ballooned out with spaghetti.

“Hey Petrichor, we have a fridge you know,” Max complained.

“So?”

“So, you don’t have to hoard your food like some kind of hamster.”

“Why not, it’s convenient?”

“Well, it’s just that, it’s kind of rude to talk with your mouth full.”

“So?” His squeaks were sounding a bit muffled.

“I,” Max sighed, “You know what never mind.”

It was an easy cleanup for the two roommates. Max had to take care of all the heavy lifting so he washed the dishes. Petrichor was given a dish rag, so that he could pretend to be useful by mopping the table. Afterwards, the two went to sit lazily on the couch. Not sure about how to break the ice, Max decided to ask Petrichor about how long he would be staying. Petrichor responded by saying he didn’t really know if anyone would respond to the SOS call, but at any moment a ride could show up to pick him up. Otherwise, he would have to either be kicked out, or be allowed to stay indefinitely.

“Any moment now, we might end up seeing the tell tail trail light trail of a powerful space engine heading right for us,” Petrichor explained. He described the galactic space shuttles as being really intense as their FTL generators allowed them to zip around galaxies in a “Vroom Vroom,” fashion. It was common to see lanes of empty vacuums, especially past the outer edges of solar systems, which they could use as a safe zone for hyperspace jumps. Essentially, in these empty parts of space there was no atmospheric particles to collide with and be incinerated by.

Their conversation was interrupted when Max looked out the window. “Hey Petrichor, look it’s a shooting star.”

“What, Really?” Petrichor excitedly climbed up the back of the couch but what he saw made his heart sink. The mouse watched in horror as three comets broke off from the satellite. “You know what stargazing is nice and all but-“

“Hurry Petrichor make a wish.” Max was paying too much attention to the sky which made the mouse pace about.

“Alright, um, I wish for a good night’s sleep. Yeah, you know what, all this stargazing is making me sleepy.” He gave off an expressive yawn while looking at Max intently. When the human got done being overly excited over space, Petrichor yawned in Max’s direction several more insistent times. “Come on Max, It’s time your beddy bye time.”

“What? You can’t decide that, it’s my house.”

“Comon Maxy, get ready for bed and I’ll tell you a story about space.”

“Isn’t it a bit early for that.”

“Just lie down for a bit Maxy, you’ll feel better.”

“Isn’t that what we’re doing now?”

“Sleep! Sleep! Sleep! Sleep! Sleep!” the Mouse cried as he jumped over the human’s stomach as if it was some kind of trampoline.

“Ahh, ok ok, I get it already sheesh.” Max set the mouse down so he could get up and brush his teeth, before turning in to an early late night sleep. Upon crawling into bed, Max threw an extra pillow and comforter onto the floor. “Uhh, you can sleep there Petrichor.” He pointing toward the apparently confused mouse who was trying to climb the sheets.”

“Fantastic, but let me tell you a story real quick Maxy.”

“What? Petrichor, I don’t need a bedtime story, I’m not five you know.” The mouse was now on top of Max’s chest.

“Awww, but you’re never too old to enjoy a bedtime story.” He looked at Max with those small rodent eyes. “Pleeeeeeeeeaaaaaaassssssssssssseeeeeeee.”

“Fine, if it makes you happy than I will pretend to enjoy your story.” Max looked away with the hope that the mouse would tire himself out soon.

The mouse cleared his throat, “Alright so once upon a time there was a very handsome mouse and a very sleepy human.” Max just rolled his eyes as Petrichor continued, “And there was a tiny flower that grew on top of the little mouse’s head. It let them talk and understand each other’s intentions. Upon feeling thankful towards the little flower, the very sleepy human reached up to tap the petals for good luck.” Petrichor pointed up to his antenna in order to cue Max in.

Max reached up to press against the flower and humor the mouse. However, upon doing so he felt a familiar charge once again. He then yelped out in pain before complaining “Hey now, what was that for?” Unfortunately, Max failed to get up as the room spun with a blurry spin. His vision started to fade, and his arms felt numb, but Petrichor smiled before continuing the story.

“Upon receiving the good luck, the human quickly fell into a deeply satisfying sleep. A dreamy land of cheese, and all those little things human’s like. I guess it includes the smell of daffodils, and includes star wishes. Hope mines comes true by the way.” Max was now snoring loudly. His sleep was far too deep to hear the smoke alarm, which had unceremoniously sounded off once again. Petrichor just tapped Max softly on the nose, “See you in the morning sweet dreams.”

The night went on. Just as Petrichor had promised, he did see Max in the morning, and Max saw Petrichor. After slowing rolling out of an unfamiliar bed. Max’s fur quickly puffed up and he jumped away from the mirror with an anxious squeak. Quickly covering his jaws, the view of metal bars, and odorous smells caused him to trip backwards and trip over his new tail.

Max could smell the daffodils.