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Sandy Evans, the squirrel who'd been betrayed by a supposed friend back in Atlanta; a friend who discovered his secret need to wear diapers and told the entire school, leading to Sandy's terrible emotional problems and subsequent leaving school couldn't have been happier this morning. His new friend Robbie, a guy he felt he'd known his entire life, had discovered his secret too, had reassured his squirrel friend that the secret was safe with him. The raccoon even went so far as to put on a diaper himself, saying that if they made fun of Sandy, they had to make fun of him too! Sandy had never known such friendship, such solidarity before, but on this morning, he felt like he couldn't ask for a better friend, ever.

"Hey," said Sandy, pulling off his diaper and putting on his clothes. "Thanks last night for what you did."

"No problem," responded Robbie. "I'm just glad I was able to help you out."

"You did. Big time." There was something else on the squirrel's mind. "Um, by the way, you're not going to tell your parents about this are you?"

"Hell no," said Robbie. "Not that I think they would care, but this is a secret between me and my best friend."

"Cool," said Sandy. "Do . . . do you have other friends?"

Robbie shrugged. "Kind of. I don't hang around too many kids outside of school. I think most of the kids are age are a bunch of two faced, mean spirited pricks."

Sandy put a clean t shirt on. "You don't have to tell me that, Robbie."

"I'm sure I don't," remarked the raccoon, thinking about all the nastiness Sandy must have gone through in the past year. No one should ever have to go through that kind of cruelty.

"You ready to get back to work on the comic?" asked Robbie.

"Sure am," Sandy said excitedly.

"Then let's get to it," suggested Robbie.

The boys had been hard at work on their comic last nigh, with Sandy going through the manuscripts of his stories and trying to highlight the scenes and dialog that he thought would best suit the format of a comic book. The process was harder than either boy suspected, with Robbie having to make several different changes in the illustrations, as they both realized that some scenes didn't suit the comic book well. Neither Sandy nor Robbie ever got upset with each other, or frustrated. They were so absorbed in the creative process, and so determined to get their work seen that bickering with each other never crossed their minds.

As Robbie completed each page, Sandy put them on the floor, creating a layout to see how the story was flowing. The boys were so immersed in their work that Rachael and Richard, Robbie's parents, felt the need to come up and check on the boys.

"You two alright in here?" asked Richard.

"Sure, Dad," said Robbie. "What's wrong? Did you think we'd both died from a heroine overdose last night?"

"No, smart-alec," snapped Rachael. "Did you boys want something for breakfast?"

"Yeah, how about some bagels and cream cheese?" asked Robbie.

"Okay," said Rachael, leaving the room while Richard remained. "Robbie, you remember we're going over to your grandparents today, right?"

"Oh yeah," said the young raccoon. "Is it okay if Sandy comes?"

"That would be fine by me, although Sandy should ask his parents first."

Sandy got out his phone and called up his parents to ask permission. Happy that he and Robbie were becoming such fast friends, they readily gave their approval.

"They said yes!" said a cheerful Sandy.

"Good," said Richard. "How's the comic book coming, guys?"

"Pretty good," said Robbie. "I think we're just about done with this story."

"You've got more stories you want to turn into comics?" asked a surprised Richard.

"I've got over thirty stories I've written that I wanna see Robbie illustrate," stated Sandy.

"Well, aren't you boys just a couple of workaholics," joked Richard. "I'll leave you two to your work, but we're going to be leaving around noon, okay Robbie?"

"Got it," said Robbie, busying himself with another page of the comic.

Luckily for Sandy and Robbie, they just finished their first story when noon came around. The two friends spoke on and on about how they wanted to find someone to publish their work, wondering if they send it to publishing firms, try to sell it on Amazon's Kindle, or perhaps even printing up copies and selling it themselves might work, although Richard explained to them that they wanted to protect their work by getting it copyrighted. The conversation went on the entire hour long car ride to Robbie's grandparents, but never once did Richard or Rachael get annoyed with the single discussion topics. They were both very proud that their son and his friend were working so hard on something they truly believed in. Not many kids their age showed such an admirable work ethic . . . about anything.

"Here we are," said Richard, pulling into the dirt driveway of an old farmhouse.

"You're gonna like it here, Sandy," reassured Robbie. "My grandma and grandpa are going to want to stuff us full of food."

"Sounds good to me," snickered Sandy, whose stomach was starting to grumble.

The entire Atkins family, plus Sandy entered the house of Rory and Rhonda Atkins, Robbie's paternal grandparents. Rory, a fat jolly old male raccoon gave his grandson a hearty handshake, also extending the gesture to Sandy, who normally recoiled from strangers, but found the older raccoon's friendly disposition inviting and genuine. Mrs. Rhonda Atkins was the stereotypical grandmother, loving and lavishing attention on her grandson, including the friend he brought.

"Grandma," set Robbie, "This is my new friend, Sandy. He just moved into the area a few days ago."

"Why, hello, Sandy!" exclaimed Rhonda. "I hope my grandson has been a good friend to you."

"He has, ma'am," assured the squirrel. "Robbie and I are working on a comic book now."

"Really?" said Rory, sitting down at the kitchen table. "Well, young Robbie certainly gets his talent from his Mom and Dad. Lord knows where his Dad got it from!"

"My biological father," joked Richard.

"I knew it!" yelled Rory, getting up from his seat as he chased Rhonda around the kitchen. "Woman, I always knew you were a no good cheater! Come back here so I can slap you around!"

The scene was making Sandy and Robbie roll around on the floor in laughter. Sandy could see what side of the family his raccoon friend got his humor from! Eventually Rory ran out of breath and went back to his place at the table, panting, but laughing. Rhonda shook her head, wondering why in the world she had ever married such a crazy guy.

The lunch the six beasts ate was a delicious one. Sandy was treated to corn on the cob, freshly made bread, mashed potatoes, and several other courses. Desert was a chore for the first time in the young squirrel's life, as Rhonda had made way too many deserts to chose from. There were pies, cakes, home made fudge, strawberry shortcake, the list went on and on. Sandy sampled some of the fudge, deeming it the best he'd ever had before stuffing himself full of it. Rhonda told him that she would be happy to let him take home some of every desert she had prepared that day. Sandy wished to himself that he could have lucked out having such wonderful grandparents.

An hour after lunch, Robbie made the decision to take Sandy deep into the woods of his grandparents property. Having lived in a city his entire life, the squirrel wasn't used to being around farmland or woods, but found that he didn't mind going anywhere as long as his friend Robbie was along.

The pair went far, far into the woods, to a point where they could no longer see Robbie's grandparents' house. This didn't seem to bother Sandy, as he was enjoying the thick woods and picturesque beauty of the rural landscape. The boys had walked some distance into the woods when Robbie pointed up ahead at something Sandy had not expected to see. There, in the middle of the woods was a great pond, still, placid, with water clear enough that one could see to the bottom. Robbie rubbed his paws together eagerly.

"Alright," said the raccoon. "You wanna go swimming, Sandy?"

Sandy stated the obvious. "Um . . . I didn't bring my swimming trunks. Kind of hard to go swimming without swimming trunks, Robbie."

Robbie snorted. "What's difficult about it? I never needed any swimming trunks all the other times I came out here!"

"Are you telling me you just jump in there with your normal clothes?" asked the confused squirrel.

"No," said Robbie, pulling his shirt off. "I mean I just jump in there naked."

"What?" uttered the surprised squirrel. "Robbie, we can't swim in there naked!"

"Why not?" countered Robbie. "It's private property, nobody else is around, and it feels good just to swim around without any clothes on! Come on!"

Sandy sighed, reluctant to follow his friends lead, who by now was already stripped to the fur and ready to jump in. Slowly, the squirrel pulled off his shirt, followed by his shorts and socks. Left standing only in his underwear, he turned his back on Robbie as he discarded the final remnant of clothing. Robbie turned around to look at what his friend was doing.

"Hey, nice butt!" joked the raccoon.

"Oh, fuck you, Robbie!" snapped Sandy.

"Hey, you got to see my cheeks. It's only fair I get to see yours!"

Sandy turned around and walked up to his friend, who didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that they were both naked outside. Taking a running start, the raccoon jumped into the pond, doing a cannonball.

"Geronimo!" he hollered.

Sandy watched Robbie go underneath the water, but quickly spring back up, shaking his head and looking like he didn't have a care in the world. The raccoon yelled out to his friend, encouraging him to take the plunge.

"Are you just gonna stand there with your dick hanging out, or are you gonna jump in?" he yelled out.

Sandy thought about how much fun his friend was having, and decided that he'd do it. Requesting Robbie to move out of the way, the squirrel ran as fast as he could, jumping off into the pond and matching Robbie's cannonball. He landed with a great splash into the cool water.

"Ha, this is pretty nice," observed Sandy, splashing around in the water.

"Let that be a lesson to you. I'm always right!" stated the smug raccoon.

"Oh, shut up!" shouted Sandy, swimming over to his friend and pushing his head down in the water with a laugh. With his head underwater, Robbie reached over and grabbed the squirrel's tail, giving it a tight pull. Sandy yelled out more in shock than pain, letting Robbie free from his grip. The raccoon resurfaced, gasping slightly for air. Sandy was horrified that he had been drowning his friend and went over to offer assistance.

"Robbie are you okay? Argh!"

Sandy's scream was reduced to bubbles coming up from beneath the water, as Robbie got his revenge by faking drowning, grabbing the squirrel and pushing his head underwater.

"That will teach you, you nut eating asshole!" laughed Robbie, letting his friend come back up in only a few seconds. Sandy resurfaced, splashing water at the raccoon, but laughing the entire time.

"Aw, Robbie, this is fun!" admitted the squirrel. "Nobody to bother us, just me and you!"

"Yep," said Robbie, getting on his back and floating around the pond. "Other than drawing pictures up in my room, this is my favorite place in the world to be."

"Really?" said Sandy. "You love it that much?"

"Oh yeah," said Robbie, looking up into the sun filled sky, it's rays poking through the limbs of the trees. "It's like here you are completely away from the world, no worries, nobody to tell you that you don't fit in, nobody to boss you around. It's my little paradise on earth."

"Sounds like a nice place," agreed Sandy, now floating on his back.

"Yeah," grinned Robbie. "But it wasn't as much fun until I brought my best friend out here. Now it's perfect."

Sandy couldn't believe the raccoon's words. That was probably the nicest thing anyone had ever said to him in his entire life. He'd spent the past few months in almost total isolation from other kids after his secret was discovered, that he'd almost forgot kids his age were even capable of displaying kindness. Robbie's words felt like they were enough for him to completely forget about his terrible, insufferable sixth grade year. Here he was,over two thousand miles away from anyone who had previously known him, he'd made a friend--a best friend--the very day he moved out here, but that wasn't all. When Sandy had unwittingly went to the bathroom to change his diaper, forgetting to lock the door, he was reassured by Robbie, who'd walked in on him, that his secret was safe with him. The raccoon even went so far as to put on one of Sandy's diapers to let him know that he was standing with him. Someone could spend their entire life looking for a friend like that and never find one, but Sandy had.

The Atkins, along with Sandy left Rory and Rhonda's house a few hours later, but Sandy and Robbie couldn't get enough of each other. Robbie asked if Sandy could spend the night again, and his parents agreed, providing Sandy's gave their consent in the matter. Sandy was thrilled when his parents gave their blessing, and if things couldn't get any better, they even told Sandy Robbie was welcome to spend the night at their house whenever he wanted, providing of course that they didn't have plans and that it was okay with his parents. Sandy relayed the good news to Robbie, and the friends decided then that they would certainly make the most of their summer vacation.

At Robbie's house, Sandy was busy going through his stories, highlighting the areas that he wanted Robbie to illustrate. As the duo worked into the night, they discussed which stories of Sandy's they wanted to work on next, how to get their stuff submitted for publication, and even future story ideas.

"Dad said it's thirty-five dollars to get something copyrighted," said Robbie, drawing the outline of a character in the story.

"I've got thirty-five dollars," stated Sandy. "I bet we could send this in to get copyrighted tomorrow. I mean, we've got it all finished and the layout's done. We even have our names sighed on the title page."

"Right," said Robbie, turning around in his chair. "But I was thinking we could wait until we have several of these done before we send it out. I don't want us to have to shell out thirty-five clams every time we submit something for copyright."

"Good idea," agreed Sandy. "That would be a lot of money to shell out."

"Nice," said Robbie with a grin.

"What's nice?" asked the confused squirrel.

"I say thirty-five clams instead of dollars, and you talk about shelling out money. Get it? Clams? Shelling?"

"You're such a dipshit," said Sandy, shaking his head at his friend's goofy humor.

"You just wish you were blessed with my comedic genius," Robbie stated smuggly. "You're jealous."

"Jealous of what?" asked Sandy. "Of you being a ring-tailed, masked, bandit?"

"Hey!" snapped Robbie.

"Yeah, I heard you calling me a nut-eating asshole when you stuck my head underwater. Don't forget, you can still hear underwater, genius."

"Whatever," Robbie snorted, turning around and returning to his drawings. "You're still jealous."

Sandy and Robbie continued their work until both boys were dead tired. Unlike the previous sleepover, Sandy didn't have anything to worry about since Robbie knew about his secret and was keeping mum about it. Both boys pulled their clothes off and slipped into a diaper. Robbie made sure to lock his bedroom door, although he couldn't remember the last time that his parents actually checked on him during the night.

"I'm telling you," said Robbie, wiggling his butt around. "I do think these things are comfortable, don't you?"

Sandy shrugged. "I guess, though I would prefer that I didn't have to wear them for the rest of my life."

"I understand," said Robbie, not even trying to make a joke about his friend's condition. "Hey, you wanna sleep up here again?"

"Sure," said Sandy.

Robbie pulled the covers back and got in first, followed by the squirrel. Reaching over, the raccoon turned off the lamp atop the nightstand, leaving the room dark save for the beam of moonlight shining through his window blinds. The Atkins house was calm, peaceful, the perfect environment for slumber.

Sandy recalled how only the night before, Robbie had offered to let him sleep with him. The squirrel didn't think much about the gesture, as he had been distraught and crying shortly before that. He welcomed the opportunity to sleep next to his best friend, his friend that would keep his secret, his friend who was his creative partner. It all seemed fine, nothing at all wrong with Robbie wanting to put his friend's mind at ease. But something about last night kept occurring over and over in Sandy's mind. When he laid down next to Robbie, he remembered putting his arms around him. Now, it wasn't unheard of for young boys to sometimes sleep in the same bed, but putting your arms around your friend in bed, affectionately at that? That was something entirely different. Sandy's mind was a torrent of confused thoughts, so much so that after lying in bed for only ten minutes, he felt the need to turn the lamp on and rouse Robbie from his sleep.

"What?" yawned Robbie, having found sleep only a few minutes ago.

"We need to talk," said Sandy, his tone serious.

"What's wrong?" asked Robbie, noticing his friend's voice.

"Last night . . . it was one thing for you to let me sleep up here with you, but you . . . you let me put your arms around you!"

"So?" shrugged Robbie. "No big deal."

"No big deal?" repeated Sandy, almost unable to believe the words he was hearing. "Robbie, I put my arms around you like I'm sure your mom or my mom does to our dads! That's no big deal!"

"Go back to sleep," said Robbie, turning his back to the squirrel. "You're being stupid."

Sandy smacked the raccoon on the back of the head, and a very irritated Robbie turned around, glaring furiously at the squirrel.

"What the hell's your problem?" asked Robbie. "I said go back to sleep!"

"Not until we talk about this more!" demanded Sandy.

Robbie growled, throwing the covers off himself and giving the squirrel his full attention. "Okay, what is it you want to know?"

Sandy lowered his head briefly before looking back into Robbie's eyes. "Do . . . do you have . . . feelings for me?"

"Feelings?" asked Robbie. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb with me," snapped Sandy. "Think about it, Robbie. Not only did you let me sleep with you, with my arms around you, no less, right before then you pulled your underwear down in front of me and stuck your butt out and asked me if I liked the view. Now, only earlier today we go to your grandparents house to go swimming. You knew we were going swimming, but you didn't tell me to bring swimming trunks. So, now you get to see me naked, and I get to see you naked!"

Robbie stared at his friend blankly. He didn't know what to say.

"You see, Robbie. I'm putting the pieces of the puzzle together, and it looks like you want me to be more than just your friend, don't you?"

A single tear ran down the raccoon's face. "Would . . . would you be mad at me if I said yes?"

Sandy, a warm smile on his face, shook his head. "No, I think I'd rather like the idea."

"Really?" said Robbie, taking hold of Sandy's paw. "So, I guess that means that I'm your . . ."

"Boyfriend?" answered the squirrel. "Yeah, we're boyfriends now, Robbie."

Robbie was so happy, he reached over and gave the squirrel a great big hug. Sandy returned the favor by rubbing the raccoon's back, glad that he not only had a best friend, but someone he loved. Breaking the kiss, the two boys looked into each others' eyes, seeing the love that was there. Slowly, they came forward, joining in a kiss that symbolized the beginning of their relationship as more than just best friends. Happy that they no longer had anything to hide from each other, Robbie turned off the nightstand lamp and was quickly, happily greeted by the warm embrace of Sandy putting his arms around him and resting his head on his chest like a pillow. The boys drifted off into sleep, wondering what else might happen that summer.