This is part eight of the 'A Heist too Far' series.
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Outside, the sun climbed higher over the fields. Another day of farm life, family chaos, and one slowly adjusting fennec fox was just getting started.
The breakfast whirlwind finally died down after what felt like an eternity of chasing, shrieking, and spilled oatmeal. Bonnie and Judy worked together like a well-oiled machine—wiping tables, sweeping crumbs, and herding the older kits into cleanup duty. Nick, still slightly damp from the previous night’s bath adventures, handled the high chair tray with a dramatic groan. “Ugh, Carrots. Your siblings turn every meal into a battlefield. How did you survive growing up here?”
Judy laughed, planting a quick kiss on his cheek. “Practice… And lots of naps. Now, run upstairs with granny, Finnick. She’ll get you changed out of your sleeper. After you can join the big kids who are heading out to play. You’ve earned some free time after all that cookie helping yesterday.”
Finnick shifted in his high chair as Bonnie unclipped the tray and lifted him down. They walked to the nursery where Bonnie slipped him out of the sleeper and into a green flannel and sunhat. “So…I get to go play outside? Like… with the others?”
“Yes, sweetie,” Bonnie said gently, giving his ears a soft ruffle. “It’s a beautiful morning. Go play! We’ll call you in for snack time later.”
Finnick padded toward the back door with a mix of reluctance and curiosity. The idea of “playing” still felt weird—too babyish for the street-smart fennec who used to dodge cops and run scams. But after the warm oatmeal and the lingering giggles from breakfast chaos, he didn’t put up much of a fight.
The yard was alive with bunny kits running in every direction: some kicking a ball, others climbing on hay bales, and a few playing tag. Finnick hovered near the porch steps for a minute, ears twitching uncomfortably. It was loud. Chaotic. He felt out of place in his bright onesie and padded bottom.
He wandered a little farther along the wide wooden porch until he spotted a quiet corner shaded by the overhang. There, sitting cross-legged with crayons scattered around her, was one of the younger bunny girls—Eden, maybe? She was quietly coloring in a big farm animal book, humming softly to herself. Her own diaper peeked out from under a frilly sundress, but she seemed perfectly content. Finnick hesitated, then plopped down a short distance away. A bin of colorful wooden blocks sat nearby, probably left out from earlier. He grabbed a handful and started stacking them carefully, one by one, building a tall tower. The simple focus felt surprisingly calming—no scams, no running, just blocks and the gentle scratch of Eden’s crayons.
The tower grew higher. Four blocks… six… ten. Finnick’s ears perked up a little as it wobbled but stayed standing. He even caught himself smiling faintly.
Not long after, heavy hopping footsteps approached. One of the older boys—Jasper, the same one who had dramatically plugged his nose during the diaper change the night before—came bounding over with a mischievous grin.
He stopped short, sniffing the air exaggeratedly, then pointed at Finnick and Eden with a dramatic finger. “Ewww! Stinky butts over here! Both of you! I can smell it from the barn!”
Eden looked up from her coloring, blinking innocently, then went right back to her page without a care. Finnick’s ears flattened instantly. His cheeks burned under his cream fur. “Hey! I’m not— We’re not stinky!” He glanced down at his own diaper self-consciously, then shot Jasper a glare. “Go chase your spider or something, you little pest!”
Jasper giggled and hopped in place, clearly enjoying the reaction. “Stinky butt! Stinky butt! Finnick’s a stinky fox butt!” He cupped his paws around his mouth like a megaphone, drawing a couple curious glances from nearby kits.
Finnick crossed his arms, trying to look tough despite sitting in a onesie next to a block tower. “Yeah? Well at least I’m not the one who cried over a plastic spider this morning!”
Jasper stuck out his tongue and hopped away laughing, shouting “Stinky butts!” one last time before disappearing around the corner of the house.
Eden glanced over at Finnick with a tiny, sympathetic smile. She pushed a blue crayon toward him without saying a word. Finnick stared at it for a second, then let out a reluctant huff of laughter. The tower of blocks stood proudly beside him—slightly crooked, but still standing. He picked up the crayon and absently doodled a silly fox face on one of the blocks. Maybe playing outside wasn’t the worst thing in the world.
From the kitchen window, Judy watched with a soft smile while Bonnie stirred something on the stove. Nick leaned in beside her. “He seems to be getting along nicely?” Nick asked quietly.
Judy nodded. “He sure does partner.”
The morning sun warmed the porch as Finnick added another block to his tower, the quiet company of a coloring bunny and the distant sounds of farm life wrapping around him like something almost… normal.
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