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Fred shows his soft, snuggly side.

Dropping the groceries, Fred walks up to you and, without a word, begins to haul you over to a wall. Since he left, his body has become even more toned. You figure he got delayed by a visit to his gym. He then heaves you into a sitting position against the wall, where you resemble a badly overstuffed giant bean-bag. Silently, Fred stalks to the sofa, throws himself down and just looks at you.

You can see the disgust in his eyes, and you suddenly see what he must see: A pathetic blimp of a rhino, too fat to get up but without the will to even stop stuffing his face. But much, much worse than that is the feeling of ... disappointment, that is practically steaming off him. There is a long, uncomfortable silence, in which you get more and more miserable. Surely Fred will just leave you to your fate now?

Apparently disgusted beyond belief, Fred suddenly lets out "Oh for God's sake, stop that pathetic self-pity! You aren't even worth the food you keep stuffing yourself with!" Feeling utterly friendless, you can't keep your hurt back any longer, and you start to cry. "Stop that!" Fred roars, but that only makes you sob harder. He looks thunderstruck. You no longer care.

Suddenly, you feel a pair of massive, furry arms slip round your shoulders. "C'mon, stop the tears, eh?" Fred says gruffly, "thats not going to help." He pulls you a little closer. "Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. Hey, it's going to be all right, you'll see. Don't cry. Please don't cry." A note of pleading enters his voice, and shifting his arms to around your belly (or as much as they will go around), he gently rocks you from side to side, making soft, soothing sounds in your ear. Incredibly, you feel a little better for the hug, and your tears soon dry up.

Fred pulls away from you, and then, to your astonishment, his face steadily turns red until he's blushing like a sunset. You really have no idea what to do. You have a horrible urge to laugh, but you have an idea that Fred would never forgive you!

With an embarassed cough, he dons an air of sheepish (or wolf-in-sheep's-clothing-ish) cheeriness. "Well, I got the greens" he says. "Do you want to start now?" A wicked little smirk flashes over his face, "Or has your stomach been appeased by your little 'snack'?"

Things seem back to normal.

Written by Lupine (edited by wanderer)

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