Fox-girl VIXEN (age 14) fooling around by playing a cello like a guitar, meets a Fox-boy Tod (age 15, very much smitten, BTW!) during a music competition.

Vixen (blushes): "Oh. Hello. (Thinking to herself, He's a werefox like me!!) Um...I'm Vixen. I-I'm here for the cello competition... w-what do you play?"

Fox-boy (blushes): "Oh....uh... the same. Cello. (Thinking to himself, Wow! She's a werefox like me! What are the odds!?) Sorry, I'm Tod. So.... when do you play?"

Vixen: "I'm next."

Tod: "Oh, good luck! Break a leg! Well, don't really break a leg.... I'm joking! Yeah! Good luck! Umm....maybe I can see you after the competition? You know, if you're not busy?"

Vixen (really blushes): "O-oh! Yeah!! I mean yes. I would like that. Um... see ya."

Tod (big huge smile): "Yeah. Bye.... Vixen. "