Darkness falls, as the furred crusader let his gaze wander over the city he has sworn to protect. No evil can crawl out of the shadows without him hearing it….
Oh, sorry. I went through some of my dad’s old comics, and as it seems, he was a huge fan of Batman. For myself, I am more a Marvel Fan, but Batman is also cool. Let me start again.
Hey there folks, we hope you are all feeling well. Several months have passed, since the Howling Musketeers went to New York to perform in a competition held by the Minskoff Theater. Since that day, we had many rehearsals, some minor gigs and, what was the biggest thing lately, we were invited to perform a skit at our local theater. Well, it was just me, to be honest. They played William Shakespeare’s “A Midsummer Night's Dream”. I was asked to perform as Puck in the last scene and speak his final words. Those are also the final words of the whole play, but I think I don’t need to tell you that again. It was a fun thing to do, and meeting some professional actors was a fantastic experience for both Nikki and me. The entire thing was organized by the principal of Nikki’s college. She thinks that he wanted to promote the college’s theatrical program, and maybe get more sponsors. It appears that everything these days is just around money.
As you can imagine, the last weeks were full of learning and exercising. The school year, which was also my last year in middle school, ended by the 24th of June. Next year, I will be officially a High School student. That will be so cool. I talked to mom about taking a little job during summer. No, I won’t go back to the bathhouse. I would be too old for that now anyway. Nikki’s father offered me a job in his little carpenter business. As some of you might remember, I worked with him in the past. Mr. Kofi showed me how to work with wood, and he even allowed me to use his electric tools, as we built furniture for the cabin at Lake Spaulding, where Nikki and I spend most of our weekends. Well, if we have the time for it.
As we have mentioned it in our last entry, I have found a new friend by the name of Antu Strife. He is really a cool boy, and a good friend for Mikey and me. Maybe even more than just a friend for Mikey. The two spend a lot of time together in school, and they visit each other quite often. Mr. Kofi often meets with Mr. Strife, Antu’s father. The two know each other from their time in the Army. Antu’s father also sometimes helps us to build stuff. On one of these occasions, Mr. Strife told me a few things about Antu’s past, and how he as a human became the father of an Anthro. It is a sad story, but that is probably something he should tell himself. The story I want to tell you began a long time ago. Almost two years ago, to be exact. Some of you might remember the rock concert Nikki and I visited in October 2020. It was my first, and so far, the last concert I visited. One of the singers there was a woman named Holly Rhoads-Hunter.
She is a big star in the anthropomorphic community and one of Nikki’s biggest idols. Even humans seem to like her music. After the concert, I wrote about the day in my diary. (Take a look here: The Concert). If I remember it right, Hazel found this specific entry and contacted me after reading it. Since that day, we write with each other regularly, and became good friends. After some time, Hazel told me that her mother is none other than Holly Rhoads-Hunter. My cheetah freaked out when she heard that. Ok, so much for the background, let us begin with the main story. For the start, we go back to the weekend of June 18-19.