He spluttered how it wasn’t his fault, how one day he just found the box in his living room, how he didn’t know he was agreeing to anything but opening the box, how he had tried to reason and bargain with it, and how no matter how he tried to play his cards the box always seemed to get the better end of the deals and further humiliated him, one way or another.
The orange fox’s mind whirled. Magic? Diapers? A sentient box? Did the silver fox go mad?
Strangely enough though, she believed him. His odd behavior, his aversion towards placing his paws anywhere near his crotch, that one time she caught him when he thought no one was looking pawing at his crotch, how he had rushed home early that one time, and how at times he seemed to have a slight waddle when moving from place to place.
