We were told Lady hadn't come to work that day. I didn't expect her to come back. The listing she had for home didn't match anything in the city and the temp service she claimed she was from didn't exhist.
We were happy, well, kind of. I wanted to know what happened before all of this had taken place. There must have been a life before this, I just knew it. Kitten told me alot, but she too had memory blurrs. Eventhough, everything at the company was flurishing and everyone was happy, I just couldn't feel like I was given it all like charity. I wanted to live this life that I had been handed. I wanted to remember who it happened. It had been a week since I fired Spot, and I think we had just about forgotten about Lady. I went home and had laid down for sleepp. This had been all too real for me, but with Kitten by my side, life was wonderful.
As I slept, I had a dream. More like I lived the dream, instead of having it. The only way I know I am having a dream is, it is in TECHNOCOLOR with a slight hue of yellow. I can see a pretty, Colonial style house, set perfectly between two hightowers. I see the small backyard, connected to the airport and a long stretch of alley just next to the runway. This alley lead to an area called Birthday Boulevard. All rabbits dogs and cat are born and make their way to the heart of Hippoppanomalous from here.
This is where I met Kitten. In that time, there was a large quantity of catgirls. It was a kittie-boom, you could say. Eventhough, very few catgirls have a lust for money, they end up being the majority leaders. Kiyttens family was money-hungry girls, so they could thrive.in the city. Cause if you didn't have a love for money, you couldn't schieme enough to obtain it. She was thrust from her family at an early age. If it wasn't for her older sister Mittens, she wouldn't have had anyone to care for her. Rabbits growing up viewed life as munching carrots and digging holes. We believe that one day, we will have a home under the city and a treasure that we may found burried by someone else. I wasn't like the other rabbits, so you could say I was the blacksheep of my family also. I didn't want to waste my time digging holes to find money and shelter, I wanted to cook and sell for profit. My favorite thing was (what I called) candy dough tires. I would take a sweet dough and make little tires. It wasn't too long before I found out my invention was allready called doughnuts. Who could have thought of calling them doughnuts? Sure, they can make a product and name it after one of the ingredients, but it looks nothing like a nut. Allthough my product made money, my parents didn't want anything to do with doughnuts. I was forced to choose between my parents or the money I made.
So, I packed my bags and got a large cart ready for shipping goods, when I saw two cargirls walking along the far side of the alley. One looked a few years older than the one following her. It looked like the older was was scolding the younger, but it didn't look so bad, cause the older looked more concerned than angry. They both looked very hungry, so I called them over to me and let them have a couple free doughnuts. "Hi, I am Jakk" I announced. "Why are you two so sad?" The older one looked up at me and replied "I'm Mitten and this is my little sister Kitten. She doesn't like money, so our parents kicked her out. I am trying to find her a home."
The little girl was so pretty and, eventhough we were the same age, I decided she could go along with me. She didn't talk much, but she could make doughnuts. Mitten was happy to see her sister had a home, or it could be she was happy to drop a borden. "I'm headed back home. Please take care of Kitten for me." That was the last I heard from Mitten. During our sells one day, Kitten and I came about a run down booth for eatery. It was owned by a goatman, roughly 15 years older than I. "Wilfred's Produce" was on the booth and Mr Wilfred had long since give up on any business. "How much would you like to sell?" I wrote on a small sheet and tacked to the side. I left a location of Mr Wilfred to find me and set up shop.
No real time passed when I was approached by the small goatman. For being older than me, his size sure didn't show it. "What do you want it for?" he asked with a small angry groan. "I want to sell my products in it." I replied. Kitten still didn't talk mush, but she was super fast at making doughtnuts. I would usually have to stop her, just to keep room for our supplies. So, when she didn't make doughnuts, she pulled at her long hair. My Wilfred saw her and made harsh judgement "Why do you have her around? All they do is mess everything up." Kitten looked shocked and ran off.