There once was a kit that had no one to cry with,
a body unsuited, feelings invalid, always miffed,
soon would she make friends and feel in place,
until one took a fall from grace.
There once was a fox who lived with his friends,
adventuring, fighting, making amends,
he thought he had finally done it all,
but this was only the start of the withdraw.
There now is a fox that just woke up,
the coma over, the adventures not,
fighting through and wishing well
his subconcious becoming his living hell.
oh and besides that angsty shit there will be a crossword widget here