FleetFootedFox
This was quickly becoming a major occurrence in Mason's life, he realized with a start. It had all begun with a simple act: patching up a broken rabbit, and now here he was, dangling from the edge of a bridge, wondering if the drop would kill him, struggling to keep his grip...Any looser now, and he'd fall. He chanced a glance below, the blackness of the water churning the contents of his stomach. He hated water.