User blog:Abbot-Bernard/The Imposter's Tale

Prologue
Deep within the jungles of the far west, Sarlatan, a young fox wandered freely. Without a care in world, he stopped to pick up a flower, it was a little rose.

"Wow," he said to himself calmly, "I've ne'er seen a rose b'fore, there suppos'd t' be very rare..."

"...an' valuable." came a slightly hoasre voice from a nearby banyan tree.

Sarlatan whirled around, and what he saw stunned him. It was a incredibly hideous rat, tall too.