#104 of Short Stories
An otter improves in his ability to perform a task.
Though the weight of being a pallbearer had become familiar to the otter's hands, his heart carried each burden as though it were his first.
The gryphon's immodest thoughts about the best man cried out to stall from pulling his fiancee into his life's longest running error.
The fox's mother settled her glare somewhere between his blindingly cyan dyed ears and immodestly short skirt as she struggled to find words of helpful admonishment from amongst the giggles she could only just contain.
The long forgotten beacon strained to muster another warning pulse from failing power cells, nearby debris anxious to remind passing ships of its presence with no such urgency.