"Ah, that means he knew, and that this was a trick. The jerk probably got you, a willing micro, to sit on the desk, and then an unwilling in the drawer. After she got rid of you, Mrs. Ard would reach into her desk, find another one, and probably have a heart attack," said the wolf, setting the tiny fox down on the desk as he opened the drawer, starting to shuffle around the papers to find out where the little micro was hiding.<br/><br/>"By the way, what's your name, little guy? Father told me I should always be nice to those who feed me like this, so I suppose the least I can do is get your name. Oh, and Mine's Beowulf, just so you know," he said, beginning to grow a little frustrated. He couldn't seem to find anyone in the drawer.