<blockquote><div><cite>Reizu wrote:</cite>The wolfeasel looked at the picture of the band he took. It was professional photography. "That's taken care of." Reizu walked and sat beside Ptricia again. "I'm sorry to hear your predicament though. But what did you do? Just curious. I accidentally fell into the women's hot spring. That was the most horrible marshmallow hell ever." He shivered the though from his head.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Ptricia looked at him, a bit surprised, then shook her head. "Of course, you wouldn't know. At the base of Nelson's column, in Trafalgar square, London, England, are a set of 4 stone lions. I made a bet... most of my most interesting stories begin with that... that I could take the place of one for a day and no-one would notice. Wearing that lion mask really itched! Managed 23 hours, would have made to midnight it if some boozed up rabbit hadn't tried to use my flank as in improvised latrine. Scared the piss outta him, literally! But thankfully not onto me, whcih was kinda the point."<br/><br/>She rolled to Reizu's side slightly. "Now, you owe me a scritching, you can start on the shoulders and work down to the wing roots. I never can get a paw in there..."