Stoat Dreams. By CpSingleton © 2016
There was once a stoat who wanted to one day be the fastest Mustelid there had ever been.
He trained hard every live long day without fail, however, whenever he raced he came last. And sometimes in an even worse position than that.
As much as it sliced him in two to lose, he took to the blog world to document it in a self-deprecating humorous way and acquired a large, loyal following. So much so that he was offered a job as sports editor of that wonderful periodical: Stoat Sports Digest.
He loved it. Though always felt a pang of misery in his little furry stomach when he saw other Mustelids tying up their running shoes. He dearly wanted to be down there, knotting their shoe laces together, before watching the little show-offs trip onto their smug black noses.
‘Ha, well,’ he thought, before reaching a paw out to grab for the biro that had slipped behind his pulitzer prize.