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September, 1940. The foggy clouds of the war were covering Paris ever since the invasion by the German forces began four months ago. The Eiffel Tower was standing in the middle of the city. Black and undisturbed by even the constant noise from the outskirts of the city. Heavy artillery, bombers and tanks played the symphony of war in the most disturbing of the concertos. The once white fronts of the houses in the boulevards of the busy and well-known city of love looked deserted, as the thick cloudy mornings made the gloom taint each corner with monotonous shades of grey. The people of the city were exponentially leaving the city since weeks ago, trying to find a safer place from the alarming ascent of the Nazi forces that rounded the Maginot defense line. The remaining people and zooanthropes (half human and half animal), who couldn't leave their home or just couldn't afford the way to leave the city, were now sad, frightened beings who felt the slow oppression of their unwelcomed new owners. The outer side of the city was shattered by the bombing and artillery, as the strong defense of the Nazis made the Allies focus their attacks to avoid destroying the unique historic core of the city. Many of the houses were broken or even turned into rubble with the unexpected random bombings and shootouts that randomly spread across the alleys while the German army patrolled the city to prove its power and control. It was a quite devastating view for the poor Parisian people, both human and animal.

It was a rather normal day for Morin, a humble sheep lady who used to work as a teacher. She was walking down the stairs from her flat building at the east side of Paris. She was thinking for herself, worried about all the changes that happened through her life in just a few weeks. She used to work in the Zooanthrope district school, the Saint-Saens Lyceum, but she had to leave as the Nazi troops closed down the school under the martial law they were imposed. At least she had the flat to live on, but paid on rent, and it wasn't big enough or strategically important for the Germans, but she had to leave her working office, and watching it turn into a defense bureau by force. It was two months ago, yet she remembers how she was fired by destiny's bad sense of choice. It all had started in June.

Morin was revising the homework for mistakes. Her class was the 3rd grade of the Saint-Saens private School. She was sit over her chair on the teacher's office, reading one of the sets of homework she sent yesterday, while over the desk she had a cup of white china filled with tea, the way she liked, with two teaspoons of sugar. She gave a glance or two to the homework papers, taking a sip from time to time while she felt thirsty. She marked mistakes and quoted over them briefly with a red pencil she always had on the side pocket of her white clean t-shirt, and placing back the pointy edged set of stylish reading glasses over her nose with a finger each time they fell, making a soft clicking noise as they were put in place. She flicked her blonde curls on her hair at the moment she didn't notice her job there was about to be done. Her life had some changes though, just around a month ago, yet she kept those changes in secret. For the school council, these changes could sound controversial, even a huge scandal for the reputation of the lyceum: She was dating with a parent of one of her students, a single gypsy parent of a student from her class.

The girl was named Molly Bernadette Guignol, or just Molly, a little female lamb. Raoul, Molly's mouflon father, had been dating Monique since May. He was an actor at one of the remaining theater places that wasn't foreclosed or destroyed by the war until last week. Behind that mask of acting, however, was a thief who liked to trick anyone who thought it was smarter than him, yet he was the best at his work by stealing valuable stuff from the Nazis, such as food, ammo or small documents, among many other things. He seemed somewhat heroic, like a hero and anti-hero from an epic novel at the same time, and that was what drove Monique's fantasy driven daydreams of romance and love. She was happy for finding the kind of male you could only dream from the several pink novels she had read around her life in high school and , with heavily romantic clichés such as the humble and handsome male or the sad, lonely maid, even the greedy, antagonist parent that didn't want such relationship to grew up and become stronger. That relationship was the biggest feast of happiness she ever had in quite a few weeks, before the war and the occupation started.

That same relationship was having a hard moment coming through. Yet she was linked in mind and soul with Raoul, and found on him the male of her wildest dreams, Raoul's daughter, also Morin's student, was rather reluctant with their so called "interaction as a couple". Raoul's wife, Anjouliette, had died a few years ago, when Molly was just 5. She had hidden her advanced state of tuberculosis, or lung consumption, and so she died on her bed. It was a mind scarring moment for her, leaving on her a mark unable to be wiped out with any conventional love.

Since then, Raoul tried to find the women of her life, who could bring up his family again, but his daughter's stubborn, tacky attitude made things quite complicated as she always tried to avoid all those candidates to wife her father tried to seduce. And these females usually ended up angry, mad or crazy for Molly's trouble and shenanigans after the second or third date. Yet the little lamb girl imagined her mother being up in the sky, in heaven, she couldn't refuse her loss. She wanted her dear mother, the one who bring her to the world, back again so both of them could be as happier than ever and yet that was impossible.

Morin knew this all along their mount of relationship, as the whole idea of her relationship with Raoul made her come back to her read in a retrospective way. Although Molly didn't mess around during school time (as she knew her teacher since she started school at Saint-Saens), when both of them left school, the dates usually made the tables to turn when Molly was added to the equation.

Morin was a strict teacher, to the point that she always had her own "tool of suppression" in any case the high school could consider as bad behavior: A leather whip, considered a family relic by the person who gifted to her. However, she only liked to use her whip during her job, rather than use it to correct Molly's way to behave, as she imagined that such aggressiveness could not appeal to her lover. Molly tried every trick available on the prankster's book to ruin the love between the teacher and the rogue thief: Buckets of water over the corners, changing the lenses of Morin's reading glasses, the classic sugar-and-salt switcheroo or the foolproof all-timer "crying in the street", and that was just for starters. Morin's will, however, was as thick and uncracking as a gird of steel from a skyscraper.

Her problems might have been floating around her head like some classic cartoon from the cinema. However, this was going to change in just a couple of minutes. As she was marking the paperwork in front of her with that red pencil, a crowding sound started to become closer and louder with each second: Footsteps, rough tough footsteps, like the ones made by high heel leather boots over the wooden floor, together with a shaking rattle of military gear swaying randomly in the air. Morin and the teachers, who reacted to such trembling noise, knew by experience what was coming from such sound: A German patrol troop. Many workers from different buildings in Paris knew their day would come by being taken by the invaders and use their workplace as quarters for different tactical aspects of the war. That moment had arrived for the Saint-Saens, which its workers didn't expect the storm troopers to appear.

The bunch of German soldiers appeared as shadows behind the rough green colored glass screen at the entrance side of the teacher's office. Those silhouettes stopped their stomping march. The teachers could count around 15-20 of them, with their usual square helmet shape on top, standing still like big ink blots in a thin and cheap piece of white cardboard. The golden round knob of the hazel wooden door turned to the right, opening the door and letting see a Nazi sergeant, dressed on his dark grey suit and military grade hat cornered with black velvet and a red swastika band on his right arm, yet the bearer of such dress was unusual: it was a german shepherd dog zooanthrope.

The officer stepped inside the office. He cleared his throat a couple of times and spoke with a somewhat clumsy skill on French to the teachers inside the office: "I am Sergeant Karl Fassbender, from zee 33rd platoon of infantree of Paris. Zis building has been chosen to be turned into our department of defense affairs. Now, it would please us for you to leave ze building with joor students so ve cann continue our werk here. If you refuse to do so, ve shall suppress anyone against the order. Zenk you for joor help."

The teachers were shocked. Some of them obviously shouted "What!?"

The whole office began to speak at each other. They didn't expect their work to be finished just before the end of the term, as summer vacations were close for the kids. Morin was as shocked as the rest of her job partners, and all she wanted to do that second was to fall on her knees, curl up over the floor and cry. That speech by the sergeant meant that, in short, she was being fired, and if she rejected or complained about it, she could be shot without any warning. She already knew what the "square heads" could be able to do to the lower living class by them: stealing their goods, execute anyone who found feeble or useless or even treat the innocent civilians as mere puppets to their pleasure, by any means possible.

Many of the educators had to clean their desks from their books, notepads and tools, as each of them had a suitcase in hand knowing this would all come along by itself by the tides of war. Some of the teachers just wished to overcome that infantry patrol by their own, but their assailants were holding handguns and machine guns, dressed in their green, thick, military cloth. Such an intimidating view of those soldiers discouraged them to do so, just like the rest of the people in the city. Each of Morin's companions showed a grey gloomy face of sadness, as they had lost their job as scholars. Morin wanted to fight back too, and yet she knew her life was in peril if she ever touched those green suited soldiers, with their serious, sheer cold expression looking at their superior officer. The zooanthrope teachers started to get out with the ring of a bell, putting end to today's classes by the ring of the school bell. The children, not understanding why the class was turned down so early, left the school happy, unaware of what really happened. They couldn't have school anymore, and the principal was forced to be quiet the day before to avoid any complications and mess ups.

Molly was leaving through the corridors, along the crowd of students that were leaving the Saint-Saens elementary school. She was carrying her textbooks and notebook on a little belt carried over her shoulders, while dressed on the deep blue and white uniform in a square pattern, decorated with white ring stripes at the end of the skirt. As soon as she left the entrance door of the school, the kids were released like hounds through the downtown Paris, finding their way home. She just sat on a bench just to the opposite side of the street she was, putting away the huge glasses Morin gave her and hiding them on the left pocket of her uniform. She didn't like those round wide glasses that made her eyes look magnified from the outside, as well as being bullied for her new cleaner looks by the new candidate to mother she had: Monique Morin. The little lamb, feeling bored as the rest of the students, left the entrance of the school (and as Molly didn't have any real friends). She looked at the cloudy skies over the messy rooftops in Paris: The Eiffel tower protruding over the funny chimney heads of the houses of the Cité. The black steel tower it was as far as she could see, all with the trees missing each of their leaves, spread across the walkways of the ochre creamy colored streets and the black stone driving roads. Some of the houses were having their sets of small window glasses with taped X-shaped crosses to endure the shockwave from the bombings, while some had most of their stone frontages carved with bullet holes and shrapnel. The roads and few of the houses were filled with dirt, debris and holes made by the artillery and bombs of the allies, who frantically tried to attack Paris with no success. As Molly saw a truck of the German Army, with soldiers coming in and out with several books, piles of papers, folders, cupboards and big packages with a big mark of the Third Reich eagle, painted over them with rubber stamps. Morin was walking outside the school, at the left to the line of soldiers that were cleaning and putting away the needless school material as they prepared each classroom to be different offices for the new defense bureau for the squatting Nazis in Paris.

Monique Morin, one of the teachers of the Saint-Saens school in Paris, lost her job, but not by her fault. Her head was a crazy vortex of mixed feelings and reactions to her, all by just taking her off from one of the jobs that she felt was being the most useful for, even with a big whip on her hands that granted her a boasting, intimidating and dominant stance towards her classroom, to straighten up the lazy and clueless ones from her 3rd grade class. She was powerful to powerless in a mere working day, the most unexpected way. The sheep teacher felt how useless she was due to such loss. The only tie she had from now on was her bonds with Raoul, her mouflon honey buzzard, and she was getting closer to the only matter of that relationship, just by crossing the street that lead the fence she was walking off from. Monique didn't blink yet her face showed some kind of retained sorrow all over it. She was lucky though, as she didn't belong to any other kind of people the Nazis were after and prosecuted without any law trial into the desolated concentration camps in many places isolated from the war. Morin came by Molly. The first had her eyes showing a deep sadness and frustration, and so, she offered her hand to the female lamb, saying "Let's get you back to your father, Molly". The young girl nodded in a serious mood, and held her hand on the teacher's left hand, ignoring what was the real situation of the school, even with all the noise and recklessness that was getting inside the new reformed defense bureau.

It was the usual day at the Theater Sauvage at the east end of Paris. The doors of the entrance were covered with nailed wooden boards, while the small light bulbs that decorated the upper display on the front were partially or completely broken, with the white title board long forgotten its letters that once hung up. Inside the tattering shaky and forced to close theater, this was rather different. Raoul was looking at himself in one of the mirrors of the dressing rooms inside the mazelike backstage. There was a meeting of their squad of the recently founded French Resistance (or "La Résistance" as French people liked to call in short). Raoul was one of the actors of the Theatre Sauvage group, but the war made to close the doors of the theatre, as The Regime of Vichy and the Reich stated that any cultural place that didn't appreciate its statements of culture should cease to exist. So far, Raoul's squad, for which he worked as a tactical reconnaissance guide as well as an expert thief for goods and information from the German opposing force, was the only Zooanthrope squad as for that day. The leader of the squad was a lion from the northern slums of Paris and chief prop builder for the then theater group: Leonidas Truffaut. He was a sturdy looking, long brown mane wielding fellow of Raoul, strong as a brick and cold as ice, as he always wore a thick, dark green colored trench coat with ivory buttons on the front, baggy worker trousers and a pair of thick brown leather boots that was usual to wear by a crafter like him.

The rest of the "gang", as they called themselves after agreeing to work for General De Gaulle's effort to liberate Paris, was none of the less to despise. Raoul moved his arms back from the table with a huge dressing mirror and walked through the series of corridors that was at the back of the stage of the old building. He quickly crossed the entangled path of the backstage until he reached to a corner, showing a wooden door with an old sign hanging with the words "Store room" written in two inch thick black paint letters.

The mouflon stepped into the door and knocked it five times. The door opened partially, as a big pit bull dog zooanthrope looked outside, at Raoul, muttering "What's the password?"

Raoul didn't hesitate to answer with "Lorraine's cross". The dog guard opened the door. The guard was a friend of Raoul, Thibeau Deschamps, who worked as an actor and security warden of the theater. He chuckled as he saw Raoul crossing the door of the storage, saying "You are early, Raoul. This time there wasn't a date, huh?" Raoul passed by his fellow and partner with a chuckle.

He soon walked to the middle of the storage, lifting up a rug and uncovering a small wooden hatch with a black hilt shaped like a ring. The mouflon rouge opened the hatch quickly, showing a set of stairs that lead to the underground basement under the theater. The stairs were lit by a chain of lamps with a sturdy case, linked at each other by hanging wires from the right walls that fed the system. Raoul closed the hatch as he went down and followed the way of the hidden stairs thanks to the lighting system, which helped to guide him.

As soon the down forward path of stairs ended after a few steps, the mouflon sheep found himself in the basement room. This was used in the old times as a smuggler's distillery for cognac, as the moisture on the floor was mushy and darker in some places more than other, with a funny smell. However, the room was just having a table with seats, while the leader of the resistance squad, Leo, was scrapping around some paperwork and maps over it, as a way to manage the upcoming meeting of the gang. The feline leader smiled as he noticed the presence of a comrade by the sound of footsteps over the wooden stairs. He said "Hello, Raoul. You sure are early today." Raoul replied as usual "I was less busy today. However..."

Raoul was certainly worried about the next mission for their gang. They received a letter yesterday from DeGaulle itself, next to a postman bag containing the documents of the briefing for the mission. Raoul wasn't sure if the plan was going to work, and he even feared someone else was planning sabotage on them too. He clearly looked at Leonidas's eyes, setting his hands very sure of what he was about to say, over the table where Leonidas was reading the information from the higher commands of the Allies.

Raoul took a deep breath and said "I am afraid our next plan is been compromised, Leo"

Leonidas tossed the part of the briefing he was glancing at and look at the thief quite startled "Why are you so sure about that, mon amí?"

Suddenly, a rattle made by several steps showed that a group of people was about to enter the basement, cutting off Raoul's explanation of the discomfort he was having for the upcoming mission. It came clear when that bunch was, after all, the gang meeting up for the next mission briefing. Leo stood up and raised his arms to greet his brothers in arms of the squad of the French Resistance they represented. They were a dozen of zooanthropes so far, including Leonidas and Raoul respectively. The other ten who made the group were as humble and full of dare too.

The rest of the gang was there:

Maurice Daumier, a moose who used to be a doctor in one of the busiest hospitals in Paris. He works as a chemist and medic for the gang and he is able to heal any kind of war injury due to his experience on attending the wounded in the assault of the Maginot Line.

Hubert Auriol, a Bear from Vichy and known for his past career as a fierce boxer. He also masters knives with dexterity and had the hobby to hunt thanks to his family of hunters.

Jules Caillois, Expert sniper and pilot during his time in the French Legion. He is known for blending with the walls of Paris like a still picture of the same walls.

Lucièn Rondeau, a rough French mastiff dog from Reims. Thibeau Deschamps knows it since he was a teen, and so they haven't been separated as friends. He is known for the long ancestry of his family in the military.

Ludovic Barnier was the demolitions expert. He is got a fine nose not only on blowing things up, but he was also an excellent sommelier by the whole meaning of that word. Amazingly enough he was a chemical scientist before the war struck France.

Thierry Ancel was a fierce looking tiger and yet one of the best drivers someone could rely on. He loved working as a mechanic before the war, and his skills on fiddling anything with a mechanic heart and gears is still useful for the gang, as he used to steal cars when he was a cub, not without being caught, however.

Vincent Soule was the spy raccoon of the gang. Before the war, he gave many headaches to the gendarmes of Paris as one day he stole 33 wallets in daylight. The day he was caught arrived, but instead the forces of justice, he met the ones who anyone wouldn't wish to be caught by: the Nazis. However, he swayed the bars of the jail thanks to a distraction on the truck he was being carried away... the vehicle was unlucky as it rolled down moments after he jumped from the broken doors by two appropriate bashes.

Edmond Forneau was a thief too, and also able to sneak inside the smallest places you could imagine. He used to work in the circus as a rubber man, but the circus broke down financially, and he was in a bum hole. This didn't deny him, however, to try being a white collar thief for a while as he was given the chance to act as a clown for one of the richest families of Paris. He was found by the French Government as a potential covert soldier months later.

Bertrand Gerhardt was from Alsace. His father was German, and her mother French, which granted him proficiency on both languages. However, he had to leave to college on Paris to learn a degree in philosophy. While he was studying, Alsace and Lorraine were invaded by the Nazi forces. The only thing he could do was to enlist in the French lines and help the war effort. His skills on learning people's behavior and high level of German grants him the power to sway the Nazi forces, even if he is disguised as a soldier.

Alain Bastiat is the youngest team member, being only 18 years old. Born in Orleans, his family moved to Paris as his parents worked in a radio station. His mind always craves for new electronic technology and he mastered the ways of long range communications at a young age, granting him instantly the brand of techie inside the gang. He also liked to code messages as a hobby.

The whole bunch of freedom fighters was just behind Raoul, at the door of the set of stairs, ready for the briefing of their next move to hit their unwelcomed invaders.

Leo stood from the wooden office chair he was sitting at, welcoming his comrades with a polite gesture and so he said "Good afternoon, partners. I have got our instructions for the next plan from the General"

Raoul felt that eerie feeling coming through his spine again, as his brothers in arms appeared in that small basement suddenly stopped that important thought he had about a possible mole from the Nazis on their band. He shook his head and joined into the table at the center, covered in maps, marking pins, wooden dolls and a big magnifying lens under the dim, simple trembling light bulb that hanged from the ceiling. Leonidas then started the briefing, explaining the plan for the next day with all details as well as the job for each team mate to do.

Molly and Morin were walking down the streets of Eastern Paris in the usual summer mood. However, it was pretty cloudy that day, so the only place they could actually walk safely without being afraid of the stalking nazi patrols was through the Canal Saint-Martin, by the 10th district of Paris, called Enclos-St. Laurent. The park was surely silent even for a usual Friday afternoon, as the war and the curfew made walking around and through the streets of Paris quite an epic task. The German Patrols could stop you if you showed any suspicious looks, and for those square-headed pigs, it was the perfect excuse to stop anyone and making fun of them at the same time they were harassed at gunpoint. The two female sheep were quiet, unable to speak to each other as they didn't want to due to the endless shenanigans Molly was challenging Morin to pass.

However, when they came across one of the bridges of the Canal's park, Molly couldn't stop her curiosity, by asking "What happened, Monique?"

Monique looked at her not-then stepdaughter, who was asking what really happened back at school. It was certainly weird that they finished that day so soon, as well as the trembling stomps of the Nazi soldiers stomping over the wooden corridors and stairs of the Saint-Saens school like in a terrible earthquake. Monique tried to answer as she was speechless for such question, then she replied "We got kicked out, Molly. School is over."

Molly had a mixed response to such words. At one side she was happy, as school was over forever, but at the same time she missed the good times she had learning at school and making pranks all the time. Her big glasses pushed down from her nose, but she pushed them back with her fingers, setting them right. Monique looked at the little lamb in discomfort, worried about how she could do for a living and pay the rent for her flat in Paris (yet, because of the war, it wouldn't be much of a use sooner or later).

Monique and Molly were lucky the gendarme force, under the struggle of the Vichy Regime, wasn't around to patrol either. They were surely less dangerous compared the infantry troops and SS officers, and they got a strong sense of justice imposed compared to the endless, unethical freedom the last both had. As soon they crossed the whole walkway of stone and bridges the park of Saint-Martin, they followed the way south to the district of Reuilly, where the apartment house of Molly was. Monique Morin lived a bit to the north, at the eastern most part of Paris, the district of Menilmontant. Following the flow of the branched river that lead to the Seine, the teacher and student arrived to the Sauvage Theater in no time.

Monique looked at the ragged, enclosed, blockaded building where her lover used to work. She was anxious and happy to see Raoul, while the accompanying girl didn't like it so. Molly looked at her teacher with a happy grin as she knew was she was coming the moment her teacher and her father were about to meet: hugs, love, kisses and lots of corny lovey-dovey chitter-chatter, as she like to think and call. This became routine for both Monique and Morin during the last weeks because of the strong and romantic relationship the mouflon male and the female sheep teacher had at each other.

Monique and Morin sneaked through the back door of the theater quite easily, as it was a quiet afternoon. Most of the police and army forces were on the west side of the city, fighting some riots coming from the rich citizens that day, so it wasn't a risky moment to meet up with the French Resistance. As soon they were walking the maze-like twisted corridors of the Sauvage, darkened by the lack of electricity. The only guide point there of the small windows covered in dust to avoid any suspicion among the Vichy gendarmes or the German infantry, letting only a soft, dim range of light pass like a greyish point of reference.

Thibeau was watching the door to the reunion of the resistance, hiding a gun on a holster at the side of his chest in case of an "emergency" happened. The pitbull guard heard some steps coming, he quickly set his hand inside the holster on his jacket, walking steady for the source of those noisy steps. As he turned the corner where the couple of female sheep came across him, Molly quickly hugged to her teacher like she never did before due to the scary bump that gave her watching such a bulky dog walking in almost no light to realize it was him. As the atrezzo manager found out, it wasn't the enemy, so he took a breath in relief.

Thibeau shook his head as he naturally put his arm back again "Oh, sorry, Monique. I thought it was a raid from the Germans, you know."

Morin smiled at Thibeau with self-assurance "It is okay, Monsieur Deschamps. We are not in happy times, after all."

Molly quickly removed his grasp from her teacher, saying "Hello, Thibeau... you really scared me" while showing a softly angry face over her face.

Thibeau apologized with a subtle deep laugh "Oh, I am really sorry, Molly."

Molly looked away to the friend of his father with arrogance "You better should be!"

Monique looked at Thibeau, asking "Is Raoul still having that meeting? He is surely taking quite some time today."

Thibeau nodded "Tell me about it. I think the boys got a huge job from DeGaulle this time." As he looked to the door to the storage where the secret underground room holding such meeting, that same door opened up, showing the thirteen members coming out in a row while discussing at each other.

Raoul was chatting with Leonidas, but when he saw his lover and his daughter waiting for him at the backstage corridor, he gave a huge smile to that pair and ran between his partners to give a nice hug to the family. The mouflon male was surely making a scene in front of his partners, but he didn't care for a moment, as he was worried if the imposed regime or the riots could have hurt them. The rest of the group took their paths, Raoul stepped back to end the hug and asked to his beloved daughter "How was school, my morning star?"

Molly smiled at his daddy with the usual family warmth "Quite nice, papa. But today we ended up early... it was weird."

Monique cleared her throat loudly, taking part on that conversation "I have to explain that to you, ma chérie"

Molly looked at her teacher, bothered by the sudden cut in her explanation, saying "Whatever, hot pants..."

Raoul frowned at her daughter because of that rude moment there "Molly! I told you not to call your mother like that!"

Molly walked away from her father and stepmother grumbling, saying "I don't care. I'll be playing in the stage..."

Monique sighed with a sad face and looked at Raoul, who felt ashamed for her daughter's behavior "I am sorry, Monique. I tried to talk with her yesterday, but she never tries to get used to you."

Morin shook her head to the sides "It doesn't matter, honey. I have some problems though... the school got closed by the Germans this morning. It was so sudden..."

Raoul looked at her quite sad "They fired you? How they dare to... First it's the war, the curfew, the whole artistic closure, censorship and now they start kicking people out of their jobs."

Morin nodded a tad sad "I know... I don't know how I will rent the flat during the coming months too. And the owner, Madam Guillemot, is not the sort of cat you can't pet" referring to the landlord of the apartment flats where Morin lived, an old tabby female cat called Suzanne Guillemot. Her ram lover hugged her in sadness and shame. He whispered at her ear subtly "Don't worry. Everything is going to be alright, okay? I'll find a way for this, I swear."

Morin didn't want to cry at that moment, but her strong feelings toward Raoul made her want to blow up in tears. She just rubbed the back of the male lover, saying "I have to go home now. It's going to be dark soon and I don't want to get caught breaking the curfew, darling."

Raoul released her from his strong, sentimental hug "Alright then, mon cher. We can talk about this tomorrow. That meeting was very tiring for me, much more than your job at the school."

Monique answered with a nod "Sure" and gave a kiss full of desire on the lips of him. After the short, intimate moment of love, she walked away through the darkened paths in the backstage of the theater, leaving to the wide streets at Reuilly.

Raoul looked at her daughter playing with the other kids at the main stage, playing cowboys and robbers this time. His worries about Morin were getting bigger as his new job as a freedom fighter was already dangerous. It wasn't easy to be an expert sneaking specialist, steal important documents or confiscated food and goods... and doing all that work coordinated with a team of saboteurs at unison. The recent meeting was about their next sabotaging move, while having serious doubts of a mole being inside their group too. He was filled with doubt because of that.

Meanwhile, in the narrow streets of Eastern Paris, Monique was already walking through the Eastern Station, or Garé de l'Est as they liked to call it. As she turned to the right, she just looked from far away how the German forces fortified the whole building with guns, heavy and huge sandbags for cover trenching and lots of deployment vehicles. Such a beautiful work of modern architecture was turned into a gloomy fortress, and sadly, one of the only two places where you could get out from the city. She was wishing to get out from the city, to escape from all the grey, sorrowful city that once shined with beauty, modernity and culture carved in stone through the Seine river.

Morin had finally arrived to her flat at Ménilmontant. She opened the sleek wooden door with her body totally tired by all the hard work and walking she had to do. She missed when there used to be the underground train and railways to move around the city, but the war had all of them closed. She didn't have any hungry, and she didn't have much to choose for dinner as everything was rationed. You had to be lucky if you could contact with the Black market in the city, but their high prices were also a backlash.

Right now, all she could do was to walk in tumbles of sleepiness to her bedroom, the first door to the left. As she opened the door to her resting place, she started to get naked and left a trail of her clothes over the path to her bed, she stopped at the side to her bed and just let her body drop over the bed. She slowly moved herself over the bed into the right position, covered herself in the warm blanket under her by putting it over her. Finally, Monique closed her eyes in happiness, as if she asked for sweet dreams and good night.

Morin opened her eyes slowly, looking at a blue sky covered in white moving clouds. She felt the rustle of green grass under her back, as she was laid over a green hill. For a minute, a strange feeling came across her spine, as if she was transported to another place or inside a dream. She stood up, watching at the idyllic piece of country side in front of her eyes, showing green hills decorated with small villages, yellow sandy roads and isolated yet dazzling farms with their lands and crops flourishing in prosperity. Monique smiled as her mouth was opened wide, from one cheek by another, just if like one of her dreams popped out like a water balloon and splashed over the gloomy reality she was suffering from many weeks ago.

The sheep teacher was overjoyed by the whole natural beauty around her. It felt like the perfect place for her, the perfect freedom she dreamed for, everything she wanted to fight for. However, a cloud started to shade over her. A bad sensation overwhelmed her in an instant as a pair of eyes, staring at her from the distance, gave her such displease.

As soon she placed her eyes on her back, as the sky covered with greyish sun-blocking gloomy clouds, a huge wolf stood in front of her sight, 10 feet from her. The lupine beast was around 6-feet tall, covered in greyish fur, just wearing a pair of blue ragged pants as it tucked on his huge, muscular physique. His red eyes stared at the adult sheep female with thoughts of hunger and nourishment, among other many thoughts. Morin's smile was already turned into a serious expression as soon she was alert for the appearance of such canine, which was ironically, the worst enemy for her species in the wild, calm habitat of the countryside.

She didn't hesitate to ask "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The wolf howled as soon as his ears twitched with the sound of the question. During the time of the blink of an eye, Morin found herself held by her limbs by four werewolves, toned in furs of different colors, so she couldn't escape. The grey werewolf moved aside, as the sound of the rustling grass prefaced to a big grey and white furred werewolf, with eyes of pure bloody red that looked it came right from shards of the purest polished ruby. The taller size of that wolf evidently proved it was the top dog, the alpha male of that pack of male wolves that were just holding her, and with a few or not any effort at all, as the female sheep didn't seem much of a challenge to keep her still.

She huffed, shook and tried to break the submission she was forced into, but it was in vain for Morin already. She started to think on the worst thing possible: maybe they would kill her, ripping and chopping her body and then eating it raw or cooked, as a prize for their hunt. She also realized that no one was around where she was, so there was no hero or even a blue prince this time... not even Raoul, most beloved one. Fear had already drowned her in despair and sorrow as she couldn't think in happier or better thoughts right now...

The prime wolf soon walked to a few inches for her, sniffing around her body and checking with his pure red eyes the shape of Morin with interest. The wolf soon expelled some words with a deep, scary tone "Nice catch. It's time to taste it." Morin was trembling as she never did on her whole life, closing her eyes. She was so afraid and terrified, that she closed her eyes and let her eyes start to drop a few tears, just expecting of what was coming next. The alpha male raised his right claw, with razor-sharp like claws...

Morin heard the quick whispering sound of the claws cutting something, but as her eyes were closed, she didn't feel any pain... She felt she was alive, with just the feeling of the cold breeze of the gloomy weather chilling the fur of her torso. As she opened her eyes, she found out her Parisian ultimate fashion clothes torn apart with a hole made by the claws showing her sexy white underwear. The werewolves grunted in happiness as they saw the tearing clothes of Morin falling afterwards, leaving her just in provocative apparel for any straight male possible.

The teacher felt the sum of the breath of all those males around her fur, feeling the moisture and hotness of such exhales warming her body up. The ruthless leader was certainly not satisfied on looking at the female sheep they just kidnapped with their bare hands stripped of their outer clothes. He was craving for more to watch on the body of his prey, as he quickly set on his paws over the fine, expensive undergarments of Monique. The vicious predator gave a grasp upon the delicate and elastic underwear, sizzling and cutting off with a violent pull out thanks to his claws as sharp as the first sunbeams during the dawn. Morin started to feel different as her remaining clothes fell out from her body, exposing her naked fur to the barbaric wolves that were holding against her will. The naked body she had seemed like a blessing for the prime instinct-driven wolves: Big round breasts, freed from the corset of their owner, breathing free as each nipple popped in relief, a nice wide and plain belly, covered in fuzzy white fur, almost like the brightest of clouds in the morning. Under her stomach, however, there was her most private part, the one where the main wolf set on his bewildered attention to it, by kneeling to her to give out a sniff from a very close approach. The other wolves stood still, holding their grip harder on their prey's limbs. Morin reacted to such pressure in pain, but her mind reacted to that harmful reaction differently, as a warm, invigorating one. The alpha male soon stood up, and he didn't hesitate to grope the sides of her. Morin felt those vast and wide paws touching her body from the shins of her torso with the warmest and most welcoming thoughts. She felt those rash, bashful hands massaging towards her breasts. For her, those rubs full of dare and lust would be a ticket for a slap to the male, but her new thoughts and fantasies made her whole thought map about males suffer a whole remap.

The alpha male approached his leaky, moist snout to one of Monique's round bosoms, licking with the most lustful thoughts for it. Morin's body tried to set free by shaking hard from the locking hold she was into, but her mind however was hungry for pleasure and desire. The wolf suckled and tickled the flourishing nipples of the sheep teacher, as she started to moan for the first time after so much long time. Morin had not been so contradicting to herself: She was starting to be pleased by one of her most terrifying natural enemies, a wolf, none of the less. But unfortunately, this didn't stop her feast in the quest for pleasure. The wolf's tongue soon stopped playing with her dangling well-sized teats and went down and lower, almost ignoring the round, attractive belly of the fine wool-carrying prey he was covering with his own mouth fluids.

The huge male found the path to the crotch of the female. As soon as Monique felt the wet nose of the canine close to her forcedly open legs, her silence, with exception of her subtle moans of pleasure, was broken. She only could mutter with a whispering voice "Do me". The leading wolf soon knew what to do. The bigger grey wolf grabbed his ragged trousers, and soon took them off with a flick of his own wrist, thanks to his unnatural strength. He soon showed up a beasty rod of pure meat, ready to please any female with the deepest, most lustful and non-restraining thoughts of mating. His minions released her at the minor sign of stripping, as his boss pushed the poor female to the ground and let his most primal instincts do the work.

Morin's arms and legs wrapped around the huge beasty body, which was licking her face as a happy dog at that moment. The wolf's well-endowed member rubbed the belly of the sheep, getting closer to the weak spot of the female, who was panting and with her eyes closed. The rest of the wolves couldn't resist the teasing that nature's act was giving to them either, and soon got naked too, boasting a quite honorable size down there, although quite smaller than their ruler alpha male. Morin helped the blind piece of maleness to find out her secret place with a hand, guiding it to her cunt so he could work much better. The wolf's cock soon touched her entrance of pleasure, so Morin's moans and breathing became more noticeable.

The female sheep's body welcomed the warmth of that invading rod inside her as her walls became softer and in less pressure. The watching partners of the male couldn't resist to stroke out their own tools of pleasure around her, inviting her to have a grab on them or just to touch them. Monique couldn't wish for more pleasure, her body was about to explode in the most held up essence of primal orgasm any minute now. The growing and throbbing piece of the male was drilling and pushing his way inside her, so easily, her cervix was soon touching the huge tip of the wolf with no matter. Monique couldn't think on her mufflon lover nor her family, as all she was craving for was to cum for that huge stud of a wolf. Morin gripped on the wolf's body harder, closed her eyes, and gave the loudest moan she could get, as her body soon exploded in the sweetest and most desirable orgasmic blasts. She felt how the world melted around her with a strong, white light, blinding her around... until she was unable to see anything.

Morin bumped quickly from her bed in a quick moan, finding herself in her messy, quirky bedroom of her rented flat. It was already dawn, as the light slipped from her windows covered in sticky tape crosses. She shook her eyes while shaking her head, as she clearly realized that all that "wet dream" was just the whole meaning itself, and one of the strongest she ever had, really. All she wished right now was to be with Raoul and explain her eerie dream to him, but she also feared if he could think of any paranoid ideas about she cheating on him. She quickly ignored that and moved on by making her usual breakfast with coffee and madeleine cakes she got from her favorite baker.

Morin was having her first non-official holiday after her works for years at the Saint-Saens high school. At first, her only plans was to spend the day with Raoul and Molly, as the war couldn't give her a real job anymore... unless you worked for the resistance or the underground network of Paris... and not in the railway, clearly, as the famous Métro of Paris was closed weeks ago. Anyway, both ways of work meant being on the target list of the Germans, no matter what.

Morin started to dress up with a piece of madeleine on her mouth, covered in blueberry jam, the way she always loved to eat them. As soon she got her fashionable white shirt, a dark brown skirt with her heeled slippers in matching color and a subtle turncoat in light brown. There was quite a breeze outside, quite awkward for a June afternoon in Paris. As she walked down the stairs of the apartment building and walked by the heights of Ménilmontant so he could reach to Reuilly, a bit to the south.

The streets were deserted, too quiet, she didn't even find any patrol troops or police around. Saturday mornings in the city used to be busy for Morin, with people shopping and having nice walks across the parks and streets. But the war changed all that, and those empty, lifeless streets, in a city that was pretty untouched in the middle of the war, like some isolated haven, was even weirder than the usual days. The teacher missed the walks she used to have on the school trips to visit the museums and historic places of Paris. Those days were, for her, the best ones she ever had for her work, yet the students used to cause more mischief rather than paying attention to the lesson than anything else.

Monique already reached to the crumbling theater where his love used to work in. It was a quiet usual Friday for the workers at the theater Sauvage. The place was already a quite crammed hostel for people who lost their home because of the raids by the Nazis and the appropriation of many strategic places in Paris to be used as safe houses and administrations. They were not just zooanthropes living there, but also human people who couldn't get out to the streets, fearing they would be sent to prison, being shot or sent to a prison camp for the rest of their shattered lives, already in tatters. Molly walked through the crowd that lived inside that building, crammed inside the storages, changing rooms and many other places, trying to live as they could. The whole German invasion had already took what made them happy with a grasp of violence. Each face of the refugees seemed different, but all of them hid a strong taste of sorrow, anger and despair. The children however were a bit less different, most of them being hungry, crying or confused by the dark place they had to live in so they could follow their lives. The actors, stewards as well as the useful refugees tried to help as they could with what they could get: blankets, food, water, medical supplies... if it wasn't for the black market and the supporters of the resistance, all that work would have been in vain. It was the last haven for all the innocent civilians who were harmed psychologically by this whole mischief.

Morin soon found out where Raoul was. He was at a desk, checking several sheets of paper over it, while reading them closely and quickly. The sheep female soon approached to the mouflon and sat close to him, hugging him from the right shoulder, saying "Hello, dear. Having a hard time, I suppose..."

Raoul rubbed his eyes with tiredness, nodding with his eyes. "Yeah, all this management is not easy to keep charted. The smugglers are haggling me already. They are already raising prices like a balloon, they are adding charges for risks..." Morin stopped Raoul's whining with a quick French kiss to calm him down, then after the kiss she cuddled her lover tenderly with her cheeks "Just relax, my box of chocolates."

Raoul took a deep breath after hearing those words, as his mind restarted again like a machine and nodded "You are right. I was surely stressed. I am sorry..." and he showed a smooth smile to her "You know, after all what happened to you, I have made a decision, as you live under a rent... and that hag doesn't seem too friendly after what happened the last time you invited me to dinner..."

Molly was peeking through a hole in the wooden walls of the theater, looking at what her father and her school teacher were discussing about. Her ears tingled with each word coming from the lips of the mouflon. Raoul licked his dried lips, opened his mouth within a breath and said "I have decided you can live with us here."

Monique's mouth was open side by side just an instant after she heard those words. Molly, on the other side, felt how the world around her was broken and shattered like the finest piece of china. The teacher couldn't contain all that joy, as she could fulfill one of her lifelong dreams: Living close to the love of her dreams. Most people could find that a childish fantasy, but for this sheep, fantasies were the fuel her happiness and joy could work from. Molly grumbled in anger as she threw a fist to the wall on front of her, making a noisy thud in the dusty wall she was hiding at. Morin looked around, annoyed by that sudden beat. Molly was rubbing and puffing at her bruised hand by the fist. Morin looked around confused "Did you hear something?" Raoul then looked around, replying "No... I don't think so."

It was one of the biggest shots of tough luck for Monique in weeks. She could finally move out and try to make a family, if she was able to make the correct steps. The best she could do before was to chew the pill they gave her to swallow, to make lemon juice out of the lemon, and yet she kept on, cold headed and decided, however, when she was unofficially fired and kicked out from her job and couldn't stop thinking on what to do to continue to have her stay at the rented flat, she found a strain of light coming from a pitch black ceiling.

Morin kept the chit-chat going on "Although, I have something to tell you, Raoul..." as she looked down in loneliness and discomfort "Ever since you joined the Resistance we haven't had time, for... you know..." as she blushed and looked aside, unable to render the last words that meant what she had in mind. Raoul's expression lighted up as he understood what Monique was saying. He approached his lips to the ears of his teacher lover and whispered with passion "Your room is the changing room #25, at the second floor. Keep the door closed or... the thieves will hurt you." Monique's blushing face grinned, letting her giggle for the passionate proposal Raoul just coded to her ears. Molly, spying the two lovers, didn't hear anything, but she already knew her own father's attitude, almost predictable with every women. Her cunning thought soon started a plan, as she couldn't stand having another substitute as sweet and caring as Anjou, her past mother.

Molly soon ran through the busy, tight corridors of the messy refugee hostel the theater had turn into and arrived to her "bedroom" she shared with his father. It was the main actor's changing room, one of the biggest rooms inside the Sauvage. Molly walked into the green fuzzy velvet sofa she had as a bed, and started to scavenge between the corner between the left armrest and the sitting cushion. She had many things hidden inside on that corner, as she slept there, even a piggy bank with a couple of francs inside or a slingshot, which appeared falling over the sofa as she tossed them away to find what she was looking for. After some serious digging, she finally found it. A tailor's needle: with a shimmer of its chrome cover and a pin as sharp as the devil. Morin looked at the make-up desk of his father, decorated with a mirror surrounded by a line of light bulbs. She opened the third drawer from the upper side on the right, finding out one of his father's recent possessions: A set of packed condoms. Molly took each of the packets one by one and with a serial murder's insanity, punctured a hole with the needle on them, so they weren't able to fulfill its function. The plan was simple: If Morin finished up being pregnant by her father, the teacher would give up his relationship and Molly would have her father only for her again, without any of what she considered as lousy mother wannabes.

At that night, Monique was dressed with an old bath robe she found in one of the cupboards of her new bedroom, using it as a warm coat. She was washing the make-up off her face as she clearly felt too tired to keep going on. She remembered the last words coming from Raoul just a few hours ago, so she let the thin door of the small room opened, took her cloth off and showed the one-piece set of underwear she had. Finally, she tucked inside the thick mattress of the rugged bed she had and placed her head over the small cushion that acted as a pillow. She closed her eyes, waiting for something planned to happen. Suddenly, her eyes opened up as her big sheep ears felt a creaking noise from the old door of her bedroom as it moved. Her eyes started to get suited to that darkness, and she could recognize a shape in such lack of light: A slim, handsome male ram, dressed with a black eye mask and a pair of tight, boxers decorated with stripes across it. Raoul was boasting his male attitude just dressed with those two items.

The thief soon approached to the teacher with a sly grin from one end to another of his face. Morin unveiled her beauty to the poaching thief that was on anything except robbing. Raoul came close to his lover, as she tempted him by flexing her body just dressed in a set of the finest female lingerie. Morin switched on the lamp on the table at the back of her bed, letting show that latest fashion bra and panties, tied with red suspenders at each other, just made boil the instinctive brain of Raoul with passionate thoughts.

The sheep teacher just couldn't believe that one of the lustiest things she ever dreamed of, as the mouflon male showed a sharp foldable knife and began to cut the elastic textiles of the only clothes on her. The breasts of Morin popped from that tight synthetic clothing, showing their natural, fleshy white color, weighing down as her breath became more louder and moved in unison with the movements of her chest. Raoul stared at the wide hips and sexy belly of his victim, keeping that thrilling mischievous grin full of lust. He slowly took down his pair of sexy, thriving boxer pants, showing off his male-hood in front of the apparently defenseless, attractive teacher's sight. That hard piece of wood in the crotch of Raoul was sizzling in invigorating excitement: So long, thick... so big. Morin was willing for giving a nice lick and taste to that gigantic piece of mouflon meat.

The eyes of Raoul, however, showed different intentions. That false thief had opened the wide thighs of his loot apart, showing her exposed fleshy lamb-flavored hole to the mouflon. The sweaty moist aroma coming from that tasty piece of lamb was wet as it showed the obvious contended lust inside of Monique for the last week. She had to relief herself lately to compensate the distance from Raoul, even with adult toys, for such purpose, but her begging showed this was going to be worth it after so much time. And it was easier than the usual safes he had to crack for his wartime job.

Monique couldn't suppress all the stimuli the tongue of his deepest love, moaning with her mouth as open as the creepiest of the caves. Raoul knew he had to be harder with her if he ever wanted to make her feel better, so he released his long, easily twisting tongue from the most private cavity of the mistress, who watched astonished as she tried to predict the next move from the rascal mouflon. That cheeky actor soon showed his fleshy, wide, huge shaft to the eyes of the softly pleased and teased sheep. He spread the length of such hard piece of wood over the slim, dream-curvy belly. Morin couldn't avoid the feeling to not to touch such forbidden fruit as that long raising spear of meat with her silky furred paws, but as soon she finished the stroke, Raoul grabbed the sneaky hands of her, with a warm grin, saying "Do not touch the tools for the job. You might wear them too soon."

In the moment Morin tried to solve the puzzling saying from the love of his dreams, Raoul had tied her wrists over her head with a black satin scarf and hung them up on the middle of the pointy decorated fence of the classic bed. Morin's chest was squiggly and shaky, as her breath became faster and her roundly sculpted jugs moved together with her already altered air intake. Raoul lifted his granted cock from the soft wooly fluff of Morin's beauty, aimed at the hole done for its real purpose and showed a small packet with a condom. He didn't know those contraceptives had been tampered by her envious daughter, who already pierced them in a rapture of anger. The wrap of the condom opened with ease, and soon its content was placed on the massive copy in flesh of the Eiffel Tower the lusty, greedy thief had between the rock hard thighs and chiseled stomach which made him more like a dream, but it was real, in front of Morin's daydreaming eyes.

Raoul soon wrapped the punctured rubber along his one-eyed freak, which started to be covered in wide, twisted root-like veins. He aimed his drill at the nether lips of Monique without needing to hesitate. The teacher was already shaking in pleasure and nervousness, as she was never been tied up like that before, and the pain of her restrained arms was nothing compared to the pleasure her body was boiling in. It was a total love stew with some bits of rape cooking on that bed. Yet it was a whole new experience for the beautiful sheep scholar, she couldn't drop any tears or show any pain for such amounts of pleasure. Morin then left a string of voice that was left to the evident: "Do it..."

The rod of Raoul rammed into the wet, squeezing walls of Monique, drilling it with ease. So long and wide, all that dominance made all that pressing force to avoid that invading log of mouflon goodness pretty useless. Monique only could watch the nice hips of her lover moving forward into her precious curves. The huge size of that behemoth cock soon made her belly to swell in a small lump, loving towards her. As soon the drilling shaft reached to her cervix full of spasms, Morin's soft, sweet moans became loud and crazy.

As the huge weiner started to move back and forth inside her, Morin couldn't stop shaking and weaving her body to the tremendous, uncontrollable shocks of pleasure her body was being forced to be given. Her blessed round breasts moved randomly with each thrust of Raoul into her nicely tight and moist pussy, while the sleek texture of the rubber condom gave her a much more oily, rugged sensation compared with the few times he made love with him. All the restrictive pain that her arms were suffering suddenly turned into pleasure too, as the wobbling movement of her body made her body relaxed and less stiff. That cannon barrel inside her couldn't stop her giving almost uncountable amounts of pleasure, until her body felt the most familiar and powerful of shocks crossing through her body, like a bolt of lightning. Her body moaned as harder as she could, synced with the groans of effort his sly lover was doing with each pushing and pulling of his godly hips into her.

That orgasm might have been enough for a female, but our sheep teacher was starting to crave for more of that body's supreme physical brute force directly pumped into her hips. Raoul made a mistake as he didn't tie up Morin's legs. Soon, those same legs, trembling and pledging for more of those pleasing sensations, suddenly wrapped and clamped the waist of the lavishing thief, fulfilling that role the best he couldn't possibly imagine. Morin randomly shouted between moans words like "Yes!", "More!" or "Feels so good..."

Raoul was feeling closer to cum, as all the forces applied by the lower half of the lust desiring sheep mistress couldn't stop making him to give the same amount of pleasure she was receiving from that big stick of male pride. The big surface such thick schlong was covering was also making it worse for him, as the curly and thick veins amplified his own pleasure as much as the clutching heavy grip from the lascivious sheep female did.

All the sexual tension inside the mouflon robber was reaching its peak with ease, as the hunger for lust coming from his victim was very much like an endless loop. He couldn't go deeper as the crushing walls from Monique were already restraining his moves, and the crossed legs gripping around his wide meaty backside didn't help either. Soon, he ended his short bumping humps suddenly, lifted his body with a groaning gasp and released his load. The only words that Morin could shout were "Do not pull out!" many and many times, as her brain was drown in the deepest thoughts of pleasure and sexual desire. The milky ooze coming from Raoul soon broke out the tip of the punctured condom, proving it as useless the same moment he came. His huge load spread across the bond of flesh between Morin and him, but it became more apparent to them when they realized that huge income of orgasm made a big, round bump as big as a football inside her. That same "lump" shocked to the couple, as they noticed that the condom had failed, as well as such amount of contained seed would make Morin heavily pregnant.

Raoul soon pulled out his pelvis from Monique's slender body, untied her from the bed and saw the broken rubber dripping out male milk like a broken sleeve. Raoul nervously pulled out the condom as he said "Morin, I am sorry. I... I don't know what happened. I feel disappointed since..." However Monique silenced her blue prince by placing one of her hands, with a mellow smile.

The mind of Monique had suddenly changed at the moment she realized the seed inside Raoul boiling inside her. She was going to be a mother, and during of her most fertile days. She cuddled her belly sweetly with both of her hands, as her face splashed with a mellow red blush of cuteness. Raoul only could watch quietly to the love of his life, cuddling her own body, while Morin started to say "It is alright, ma Cherie. I... I... always wanted to be a mother, with the one I most love." Raoul's worried face dissolved into a happy one, and so he grasped Morin's chest within a sweet hug. Morin closed her eyes within the hug Raoul was giving to her, as she continued "Once this war is over, we shall marry, and we will be a happy family. Wouldn't be that nice?" Raoul shook his head up and down quickly in a nod, saying "Yes... it would be perfect, my sugarcane."

Morin's body was then too tired to go on, after all that frisky, hot mood of her had already to cool down, and all what she wanted was to sleep. Her eyes closed while curling up her body, around the sturdy arms of Raoul. The mouflon then settled his body next to her back, rubbing her thighs softly as he slowly fell into slumber after the rough, wild exposure to love he had been saving to her all that time. It was going to be a whole new experience for the whole family, even for the mischief maker rascal of Molly.

Back on September, Morin was staring at the top of the Eiffel tower, as she saw autumn coming early. The trees of the park were glistening with the yellows, oranges, reds and browns in the leaves, almost camouflaged in piles on the ground or hanging at the ends and sides of the trees. Molly was at her side, looking around bored as she didn't enjoy her new stepmother. As they walked through the park, Morin looked at one of the cafés that was still open in Paris: The "Café du 2 chats", or translated "The Two cats café". Monique looked at her step daughter and said "Let's have a rest, Molly..."

The "2 chats" was run by a cat family who had lived in Paris for a long time. Alain, the young waiter, was cleaning the tops of the empty tables as the front door opened and showed the sheep mother and daughter entering the palce. The rest of their clientele there was in scarce because of the war: Jewish and communists were being banned from entry, and the German officers entered inside, asking everything to be for free, no matter if they used the good way... or the bad one. Lucky for the female sheep couple, there were no gendarmes or German officers sitting on many of the tables. Just two couples of lovers, three different guys each on a table, and two unemployed people sit at the bar, having different drinks.

Morin and Molly sat at one of the wooden curvy tables in the middle of the small café, taking a rest on the brown, old varnished chairs of the place, as the teen Alain approached to the couple, one member being a usual customer. Morin smiled at the waiter, who picked a pencil hidden on his right ear and placed it over his notebook that was clipped to his belt, saying "What shall it be, Madame Morin?" Morin kindly asked to his favorite waiter "As usual, Alain. A bottle of water for two"

Alain nodded. The café-au-lait of the 2 chats was quite famous, but sadly the invasion confiscated most of the milk just some weeks ago. It was a bad hit for the café as their lost their most famous serving without saying anything, yet the customers had to turn the other cheek, as there wasn't any other way. Someone attired in a thick, beige coat and matching fedora took a sip from his cup, looking at Monique. She was rubbing her expectant belly of 2-and-a-half months as she smiled in almost a daydream of what the baby could be. She imagined it could be a healthy boy, or maybe a polite girl, all living on a cottage farm in the green plains of Aquitaine, at the south of France, in peace and happiness.

Back into the real world, the strange being opened a briefcase, taking out a manila envelope from the inside, decorated with a red wax seal on the opening. The big thing stood up from his seat and walked around Morin, dropping the big envelope next to the ex-teacher.

Morin's dream was then broken by the thudding noise of the thick envelope touching the polished and clean floor of the café. She quickly picked it up from the floor and shouted "Excuse me, monsieur, you dropped this!" towards that strange thing covered in a coat. The coated being then left through the door as it ignored Morin's shout. Monique looked down at the envelope, and found out a typewriter print in deep black ink, saying "To Monique Morin" She turned the envelope and looked at the crafted seal of hard wax, decorated with flourishing curves around a capital "G".

Molly looked at the envelope while topping the seat of the chair due to her childish build. She was being quite curious about what could it be inside. She said "What is it, Morin?"

Monique was pondering for what that sort of huge letter might could. For its size, it could be anything. She placed the ear nearby, so she could near anything mechanical or like a ticking. It surely wasn't a bomb, as the sound she could hear was the crumping crackle of paper. Maybe the Germans knew she was a relative to a member of the French resistance, so it could be a bomb, or it could be intelligence about the enemy, to be used by the gang of Raoul too... but she couldn't know as the envelope looked quite expensive for such things to carry. The wax seal broke easily as Monique bent the opening side to break it, and then she carefully pushed the letter into the table.

Two pieces of paper, one being an old and expensive looking folded letter, and the other one being some sort of one page leaflet, seemed to rush over the lustrous shiny top of the table, then stopped over the plate coasting the jar full of cold water they had ordered before. Monique instantly placed her hand over the creamy yellowish folded paper, and so she opened the three sections carefully. It was a letter, written in thick, dark typewriter ink, glistening white with the mellow electric lights of the café. Morin read the strange note with interest, as it was written over the elegant, crafted paper:

"Dear Madmoiselle Monique Morin:

It is to know for your concern about the death of Sir George Kingsley, Duke of Lancashire and principal headmaster of the Gakuen high school. As explained by him, your family had good relations with Monsieur Louis Morin, former teacher of the institution Sir Kingsley was head of, and as written on his last will, he decided to leave the property of his high school in the hands of your family. Since the only surviving relative of the Morin family is you, the title of Head mistress and principal of the Gakuen high school. For reclaiming the title, it is important for you to appear in the town of Poitiers, before the end of this month. The map for the meeting point is written with invisible ink at the back of the brochure given to you. Excuse me for the secrecy, as this time of war has made this kind of information extremely valuable. You shall be given more information once we have met.

Yours faithfully,

Jean-Luc Guillon, attorney and Sir George Kingsley's executor."

Morin quickly folded the letter, amazed by the explanation of the whole letter. Her father was mentioned after all those years, as she was an orphan in a strict female orphanage, ruled by nuns. She didn't know about her parents after so much time. She quickly gave a grasp to the big leaflet she got with the good news letter. It contained all the details about the Gakuen high school, with the slogan: The school for the new rulers of the world.

Now, she instantly thought, she had to do to find the life she always dreamed of was to reach to the southern industrial city of Poitiers, just 200 miles south from Paris. It wasn't going to be an easy job though. The train service from Paris was mostly used for supply replenishing and transport of troops, and the only cars available were already raided during the struggle or belonged to the Nazi army, officers, soldiers and generals alike. Molly was getting quite bored of her step-mother being so distracted, so she left the table, as she tried to leave the café too.

The street was almost deserted as Molly looked aside from the entrance of the café. At that moment, all she wanted as to cross the street. But just in that moment, a German SS officer just bashed accidentally with the small lamb in the street. The officer quickly gave a look to what he had hit with, and so he became so crossed for the clumsy step of Molly, she held her from the back of the neck of her school uniform, swearing several times on his Germanic language. It was a zooanthrope Doberman officer, the most uneasy kind one, to be more precise. Molly tried to shake herself from the nasty grip of the angry "peacemaker", but it was all in vain, as she whined and cried as her effort to escape meant nothing. Morin could hear those high pitched sounds from inside the glass windows of the café, and looked at the scolding officer, harassing her stepdaughter with the most terrible of moods.

In that moment, the deep instinct of motherhood had struck to Monique like ever before. She left the table, walked through the entry door, crossed the small set of stairs that lead to the streets and with no time to waste she struck the nagging officer with a slap to the face, saying "Leave my child alone, you... you rapist!"

The blow from the mistress was so hard, that measly SS officer fell like a tower of cards, as she stared with a frown of pure anger and discomfort in her face. The officer replied with his poor French "You nastee whore! How zare you to zisrupt the law and orrderrr!?"

Morin shouted at the shameless officer as her protective attitude towards Molly and her unborn future children made her stand for her own, after so much humiliation and deceived rewards the invaders gave to her. She couldn't stand being classy and submissive anymore, and so she was being ruthless and unstoppable to the screaming advice the officer was throwing on her. She stepped towards the fallen officer and groaned "Law and order, you say? You can't even speak my language, you big sausage pencil head! I had enough of you and your stupid dominance. We are the people of France! It's Liberty, Equality and Brotherhood! And no matter how much you think you defeated us, we shall strike back! Get that right, you wussy dog!"

The officer stood up chuckling, as he drew his military issued Luger handgun to the pregnant sheep, saying "Really? You and vat army?"

The Doberman was pointing his pistol with a cheeky smile of self-confidence. That shiny metallic gun was pointing both of the sheep like the nastiest of daggers on them. Suddenly, the clients of the café moved outside and crowded around the step mother and daughter sheep, as if they heard the raging talk of Morin like the biggest of the morale boost they needed. Alain placed in the front of the displeased French mob with his arms crossed, as his serious face came together with the rest of the group, which also showed their sadness and discomfort from such act of bravery.

Monique couldn't stop her feelings towards Molly, as she hugged her tightly behind the crowd made of patriotic morale, just boosted by her dangerous act full of courage. Molly's heart soon had a severe sudden change. As she was still crying for the goose bump of fear that nasty officer messed into her, her tears changed from fear ones to love ones, as for once in her life, one of the cheeky contestants to be her next mother didn't bother to protect her from such cold monstrosity. Between her childish sobs, she whispered "I am sorry, mommy. I didn't know the bad guy was coming... forgive me."

Monique gasped for half a second. She noticed Molly's change of attitude towards her, and she also felt how scared and shocked her poor former student was, she patted and rubbed the back of her child to ease her pain and sorrow, consoling her while saying "There, there. The evil man is gone now, Morin. They won't hurt you anymore... I promise" with the sweet, soothing tune only a mother could only bring.

Molly stopped sobbing and shed her tears with one of her sleeves, put her big, thick lensed round glasses back and nodded with a happy smile. She was comforted already, while feeling the shame of making fun of her teacher and stepmother all along these last months, way before the invasion of the city started. Right now, all she had in mind was the feeling of being naïve for all her shenanigans, mash-ups and evil plans just so she felt any kind of attention to her, like on school. Morin could see through her eyes how ashamed and regretted her foster daughter was feeling just when she simply realized one of the strictest beings she met in her short life was actually taking care for her, just like her past mother Anjouliette did for her. Morin also felt not only happiness, but accomplished, while looking at her daughter acting properly for once in the few months she had established her life with Raoul. She looked down to her stomach, also imaging the warmth of that seed growing inside her was absorbing the sweet and tender energy of that moment of realization between she and Morin. It was the closest thing to a miracle for any problematic family, indeed.

As they stood up and passed the crowd that protected them from that unruly and uneasy officer, Morin kept thinking the best way of action to actually reach to her new job as headmistress at that school somewhere in Poitiers, and so she walked next to Molly towards her home at the Theater Sauvage. As for their plan, they only had two ways of transport to flee the city and reach to such distance without growing any suspicion: A german army truck and a "ghost train". Any of those plans meant she would need the help of the French Resistance to inquire her "request" and so, take the appropriate course of action. Anyhow, Morin decided to leave such planning for later, so as they walked back home, she and Molly started to talk just like any mother and daughter would do.

As soon as mother and daughter had arrived to the hideout on the theater, searching for Raoul in the crowed and messy crowd of refugees the place had turned into, Monique looked at her daughter with a dash of thinking sparkling in her eyes, saying "Molly, go to your bedroom, okay? I'll say Thibeau to give your dinner, and go to bed before 10 P.M." Molly nodded and so she started to run through the corridors to find the Guignol room.

The teacher walked around the theater, asking to the backstage workers for his love Raoul. Finally, she was told he was at the storage, and when she arrived there, she found out Raoul talking with his boss at the Resistance, Leonidas. It was a nice stroke of luck for her. Morin cleared her throat, approached to both males and smiled without any care of having their conversation cut by her beauty. Raoul smiled with such relief for finding his love safe, he hugged her.

"Monique... you are alright." Raoul said.

Morin nodded "Of course I am, sugar plum." Monique looked at how nervous and unpleased the mouflon was, so she asked "Is... everything alright?"

Raoul looked down, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then returning his eyes to his sheep other half "Monique... we just grabbed a radio talk from the Germans to the Gendarmerie of Vichy. They are ready for a zooanthrope raid. Any half-animal population in Paris will be taken to prison camps during the next week."

Monique felt the reality around her shattering as the finest and most expensive glass. She gasped with both of her hands over her mouth, shocked by the worse news she could ever get: A raid by the Nazis. Molly then quickly said "Do you have any ideas?" Raoul nodded, yet a tad insecure "There might be a way... but I am not sure if it might work."

Raoul walked to a map in the right wall, showing each street of Paris while having several ink and pencil marks over them due to the previous briefings. Raoul pointed at the Garé de L'est train station and he started to explain:

"We have an old train secured in the underground platform of Garé de L'est. There might be enough space and supplies for the refugees until we reach for a safer place, in Orleans. We need to prepare for the evacuation."

Leonidas kept looking at the couple talking. Morin nodded to the plan the Resistance made to keep the zooanthrope refugees away from the city. She added "Alright. Also... they gave me a job offer in Poitiers. We need to hurry if we want to be safe too... though that would mean you leaving the resistance."

Raoul sighed and replied "I know, but I am so tired of all this war effort. I have talked to Leonidas of leaving the Resistance... I don't want you, Molly or the baby to be in trouble because of my mistakes."

Leonidas walked towards the couple, saying "Alright then. We have the whole week for the move out. We need all the help we can so anything doesn't go wrong."

Morin and Raoul nodded. The work for such exodus would start the next day, so both the sheep and mouflon ram went to their bed at the main actor changing room to prepare for the stressful week they could ever had.

The "Operation Noah", as they called the refugee evacuation process during that week, went as planned. The whole Guignol family tried to help as they could, as they helped in the logistics of the train. That week went flying with all the work as well as carrying all the refugees to the hidden platform 11 in the Garé de L'est station at Eastern Paris. The whole plan was simple: By a series of big scaled diversions around the outer ring of Paris, backed by a series of controlled TNT explosions, they could run the train through the lines outside Paris through the secondary lines of the city, thus dodging the controls and check-ups the Germans could do and once crossed the frontline, reach safely to the fortified city of Orleans, controlled by the allies in the best of chances.

Raoul and Morin had clear that, once the operation was a success, they could easily find a way to reach to the city of Poitiers, and live undisturbed and away from the whole chaos of war. It wasn't going to be easy to leave the outer walls of the city, as thick as the strongest of fortresses. At last, the time for the exodus had arrived. After so much effort, all they could do was for the master sequence of diversions they had placed could keep the enemy forces distracted enough so they could leave the once called "City of Love" safely.

That Friday night, the explosives strategically set for the diversion blew up like big clouds of smoke, followed by shiny gritty flares of fireworks, enough to confuse the gendarmes and storm troopers. As they looked dazed and confused at the huge columns of fire and smoke, glittering tongues of flashing blitzes and the deafening loud sound blasts like thunders in no storm nearby. That distraction seemed simple and kiddy at first, but the impression was so deep and randomly settled, none of the supporters of the Axis in the city knew where such huge explosions were coming from. The passengers of the train could hear the huge blasts as they crossed the city now full of lights of mischief and destruction, which were placed in safe positions to keep the city at its best state.

Morin, Raoul and Molly were curled for the part the hidden ghost train crossed through Paris as the loud noise of the steam engine of the old train carrying them for safety. The sounds of those uncountable bursts of explosives became fainter and quieter, the nervousness of both passengers and crew was also fading, as their carriage for freedom wasn't being stopped and they could hear the tumbling sounds of the rotating rods of the wheels worked in unison with the white smoke pumping chimney. Many of them looked through the darkness of the night in the windows, one in each of their compartments. As soon they saw the searchlights of the night leaving behind and the sound of the loud anti-air alarms screeching like mad, they happiness became more apparent. They had left Paris, that paradise in the middle of the wasteland of war. The passengers started to cheer in joy in a contagious way, as they felt happier than ever and closer to find a new life away from the crowded, messy walls of the then used to be prettiest city in the known World.

The train soon arrived to Orleans after a slow travel across the night, unable to lit any light or make any perceptible noises so they could avoid any patrols or checkpoints set by the Nazis. As soon as the train stopped, the refugees looked through their glass displays and found out the sign post of the Orleans train station. They had arrived, safe and sound. It was just perfect. The Guignols smiled as they could hear the whole joy as the whole operation meant a real success and also a small step of victory for the Allied Forces.

The next day, Raoul could acquire a car to transport their family safely to Poitiers, where Monique could finally meet up her destiny. That whole journey was just the beginning of a new life for Monique, away from the disaster, despair and sorrow of the war. Doing what she really wanted, and with a great responsibility in her hands. Only time would unveil what she could do on the strange place known as the Gakuen high school.

THE END

For Ozyosa

© Shiro Uzumaki, 2012