Fox tails are so bushy and fluffy. Unthinking, he begins to weave the flower stems into the thick strands of fur. As he does so, he’s struck by a sudden and inane regret for the squirrel he ran over a few months ago in his jeep. RIP little critter. You’re in a better place now. Maybe.

“Yeah, man!” But then he pauses, reconsidering. His enthusiasm had felt derived, somehow. “Actually…I used to be? I still am! It’s just…y’know, after watching your best bud transform into a bloodthirsty wolf, aliens kinda lose their charm. They’re still so cool, don’t get me wrong!”