Jessie:
Shortie by Lone Wolf
Requested by the madly hyper Nahane Storm

	My list of friends does not include Ashely, Diana, Jessica, Shanon, 
and Samuel only. Before I ever came to rest in my current position in life, 
I lived in an apartment building in the middle of the city. And I had many 
friends (I should call the guys "alleged friends") that I hung out with. And, 
quite honestly, I still do from time to time.

	I was walking across town to visit a few of my college buddies. It was 
a lovely day, to be quite honest. The sun was at just the right place in the 
sky and warmed my fur. It was perfect. I didn't mind the fact I was walking 
the backstreets, away from prying eyes. I've learned not to do that. But 
because of where I live now, I had forgotten that bit of trivia. I would 
quickly re-learn it.

	So there I was, walking down the street, minding my own business. 
Suddenly, there was movement behind me. I looked over my shoulder and caught 
a faint glimpse of someone. I started to turn around, but he shot out of 
sight. I started at the spot where he was for a few seconds. Something shot 
across the street from behind me. I spun around, trying to find it. Then, 
out of nowhere....
	"DIE!!!!"
	The word came from above me. I looked up and my eyes widened. "Oh good 
lord no!"
	She hit me, knocked me to the ground, and sat gleefully on my chest. 
The brown mouse looked at me with a big smile on her face. She obviously 
enjoyed making my life that much difficult. He brushed her hair out of her 
face, bounced on my chest once, and greeted me as she had always done since 
I met her:
	"Hiyas Lone Wolf!"
	I chuckled. "You got into the pixie sticks again, didn't you?"
	She grinned and cackled manically.
	"Oh boy...I knew I should have stayed to keep you out of that habit. 
Mind getting off my chest Jessie?"
	"Awr..." She got off of me and helped me to my feet. "But I've missed 
you...."
	"I've missed you too." I smirked. "Not the tackling, but the seemingly 
endless chatter that you tend to spit out." She smiled and hugged me, nearly 
cutting off my circulation. "So how's the vet job?"
	"Oooh! Being a veteranarian is such a rewarding job." She grabbed my 
arm and started to pull me along. "A mother raccoon just came into our care 
and she gave birth a few days ago. Wanna go see the baby 'coonies?"

	If you haven't guessed yet, Jessie is a sugar junkie.

	"That sounds like fun."
	She smiled and squealed. My warning systems went into high gear. Even 
though I forgot not to travel down unpopulated streets because of her, I 
never forgot what the smile and squeel meant. But even my warning systems 
and physical fitness can't stop her when she pounces you.

	That she did.

	"Jessie, I know you're excited. But please, stop knocking me to the 
ground." I should have never said that. For the minute I did, she grabbed me, 
LIFTED me into the air, and ran down the street.

	Did I mention that sugar is quite dangerous when she's ODed on it?

	The world flew by me. It was scary. It was wild. It was a bit 
nauseating. But as suddenly as she picked me up and sped off, she stopped. 
Her grip was not the best of things, so I went flying into a wall. Jessie 
looked at me. "Lone Wolf, why'd you do that for?"
	I stood up. "Uh....I don't know."
	She giggled. "Well, come along. The baby 'coonies await." I shook off 
the shock and approached her. She smiled and opened the door.
	"So long as you don't squeal again." She grinned and did just that. I 
easily cleared two lanes of traffic. That, of course, sent her and three 
pedestrians onto the floor in a fit of laughter. Embarrased, I cut back 
across the lanes of traffic, picked the rolling ball of brown fur up by the 
waist, and stepped inside.

	It took five minutes to get her to calm down. That even seemed to put 
smiles on the animals that were there. When she finally came to, she 
squealed again. I jumped back. That sent her into convulsions. Finally, she 
decided to take me into the back to show me the raccoon babies. She brought 
me into a room, where a cardboard box bed had been set up. She brought me 
over and there, laying in the box, was a momma raccoon and her 3 kids. I 
smiled. "They're adorable."
	"I know," Jessie said. She reached over and patted the momma raccoon 
on the head. "Hey there." The raccoon chittered happily in response. She 
smiled. "Can I check up on your children?" She chittered, possibly a yes, 
possibly a "go fuck yourself." But Jessie only smiled and looked at the kids. 
	They were probably two or three weeks old. And when they saw her, they 
just about went wild. They hobbled over to her and started - I swear to 
Christ, Buddah, and all of the other deities out there - hugging her face.
She smiled and picked one of them up, holding it in her arms. It snuggled up 
to her chest - for a brief moment, I felt a little jealous - and chittered 
happily. Jessie smiled and looked at me. "Well, go ahead. They're friendly."
	I shrugged. "If you say so." I got to their level and held my hand out. 
The smaller of the two remaining hobbled up, grabbed my hand in it's 
leathery paws, and looked it over. When it was satisfied, it looked at me as 
if to say "Well? Where's the booty?" I smirked and picked it up. It 
chittered and reached for the box. But when it got into my arms, it cuddled 
up and chittered. "Yeah, you're cute too."
	"You really think so?" Jessie asked.
	"Oh yeah, they're adorable. And when you're not on a sugar high, so 
are you." She giggled and kicked me in the leg.
	"Well, we should let them back to their mama."
	"Oh, all right." I set the raccoon down, as did Jessie, and they 
skittered back to the safety of their mother. We smiled and left them to 
whatever it is that raccoons do.

	"Well, I should be off," I told Jessie at the front door.
	"Awr...do you have to go?"
	"Yeah, I'm going off to visit some old college buds." She pouted. "But 
I'm sure I can make a return visit. Samuel and the others won't worry that 
much."
	She smiled. "Mhrr...that sounds good."
	"Great. Now..." I looked about. "Where am I? And what's the quickest 
way to Base Heights?"
	"Base Heights is it?" I nodded. "Want me to show you the quickest 
way?" I nodded again. She smiled and squealed. Again, I cleared two lanes of 
traffic. And again, she and three bistanders hit the floor laughing.
	"That isn't funny!" I said through stiffled laughs.

	Oh yes, Jessie is quite dangerous. But that's why she's my friend!

End

Lone Wolf is © Lone Wolf and <([ Lone Wolf Studios ])> (Hmm...that line was 
just as bad as the "Church of the Redundancy Church")
Jessie is based on the wildly insane Nahane Storm. Hun, do us all a favor 
and STAY AWAY FROM THE PIXIE STICKS! ;-)