see, when you fursuit you meet a couple different types of children. basically all of them appeared in this group. first are the kids who are a liiittle too rough. the kid squeezing my tail might have been pulling a bit too hard, but he seemed so excited that i didn’t have the heart to scold him. the next kind of kid is the “smart one”. they want to know why you’re here, what you’re wearing, how you see out of “there”. the little dark-haired girl up front was determined to break the illusion. but the third kind of kid is the best kind. they see a talking fox walk by and immediately we’re best friends. the two little blonde boys told me all about their day, how many toys they had with them (three balls and a little plastic shark), and complimented me on how nice and soft my fur was. kids like these, unafraid and open and full of wonder, make melting in the southern heat so worthwhile.