Charlie opted to keep his soccer shorts on instead of risking the chance of crossing paths with Lester. He said his goodbyes to the team and made his way to the pick up drive, watching carefully for said jerk. Absentmindedly he began counting the number of foxes that all looked similar to him.  Most of the ones he made eye contact with gave him a smile. It felt like one big family being around so many fox.<br/><br/>He had a grin on his face when he approached the car. Aside from getting punched, it was an excellent day. His smile dimmed when he thought of how to explain the bad bruise to his mother.