Fizzing Legacy (Otherwise Untitled)
#221 of Short Stories
A panther explains a drink.
~ A chilled mixture of fog and moonlight drifted across the pond and shore where the couple rested on a worn out blanket, leaning firmly against the bedroll they'd brought along for the evening's gaze into stars. The rabbit's ears perked a bit as he heard the crisp clicking of the panther opening another can of DozaMen Soda Brew.
~ "That stuff tastes like burnt transmission oil smells, you know?"
~ With a soft chuckle and defeated shrug the panther cuddled in closer before he replied, "It's what my dad grew up on, and I acquired the taste while I was too young to know any better, Hon."