[He needs to work on his timing. Coming out of the forest for bullets, he didn't expect to be stopped by a goose and given the parchment. Bird doesn't even stop to tell him what the hell happened. Animals gather around as he reads it and two things...]
Who the hell steals seven and a quarter left socks?
[So they just... cut the last sock? Why's a goose wearing socks? No, thinking too much about this. He glances over at the fox.]
... You didn't do it, right?
[On his honor, the fox swears it wasn't him. As cunning and crafty as he is, with no command, the fox wouldn't steal. The items don't exactly come off to him as too important so he rolls up the parchment to look for bullets as he originally intended. If he comes across anything suspicious, then he might notify this... Adel-whatever.]
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Who the hell steals seven and a quarter left socks?
[So they just... cut the last sock? Why's a goose wearing socks? No, thinking too much about this. He glances over at the fox.]
... You didn't do it, right?
[On his honor, the fox swears it wasn't him. As cunning and crafty as he is, with no command, the fox wouldn't steal. The items don't exactly come off to him as too important so he rolls up the parchment to look for bullets as he originally intended. If he comes across anything suspicious, then he might notify this... Adel-whatever.]