I live in north central Arkansas on my rural remote 10 acres, off the grid, and with my pet wolf, Natasha.
Now the rest is about the characters, their lives and their story; This starts out in December 30th, 1915. A fossa family lives in a village on the northwest outskirts of Toamasina, Madagascar. The local indigenous animals had been living in the village since 20 years earlier when the French colonists removed them from the city of Toamasina to be relocated out of town. Madagascar at that day and time was under colonial occupation from the animals of the country of France following the Franco-Hova wars of the 1990s. Back in the day, the principal income of the fossa family this story focuses on is earned by pulling tourists and other patrons in a rickshaw to their desired destinations throughout the city. It is by no means a job that will make you rich, but with a little help from relatives occasionally, it is enough for the family to get by on...Other family members during that time era worked as labourers on French owned plantations for minimal wages. Toamasina is also a seaport town, located on Madagascar's east coast, and a few of the relatives had been lucky enough to get either a seafarer's job aboard a cargo ship, or some deck-paw job no French animal wants to do aboard a tug boat for the seaport. The Fossa Family relatives who work aboard the boats are always in a position to offer financial help to other family members...Even for indigenous animals who were typically on a low pay scale for their labour, the jobs aboard the boats even for the fossas and other indigenous animals did tend to pay better than pulling rickshaws and working the plantations. There were a few animals, such as ring-tail mongooses or Malagasy civets or lemurs, among those living in the outskirt village who would collect fruit, or cast a net for fish and crabs down by the beach, then would offer their harvest for sale to the tourists at the vender's market on the edge of town.