I had been out for a walk along the lake, when an amazing smell caught my nose. My stomach was growling a bit, having been a few hours since my breakfast, and I broke into a run towards it. My little yellow windbreaker shifting about as I ran. I seemed to be a foxboy of about eight years old, my long brown hair styled in a unique dual tail look. One smaller and curved, with a large orange bead at it's center, and a longer one with a yellow ribbon, a similar orange bead at it's center.