MARCH

The fennec boy’s tail was already wagging as he bolted upright in bed. He bounced off the mattress, grabbed his trademark sky-blue shorts, and hopped from one slender brown-furred leg then the other towards the door as he pulled them up. He took the stairs two at a time with practiced agility, clawing his wild mop of brown hair out of his eyes and fitting his stylish leather collar neatly around his neck. He could not suppress a wide canine grin as he scuttled over the kitchen tiles, which were a little too cold this morning for bare pawpads. A cool breeze washed over his lithe body as he opened the fridge door, sending his stomach into a flutter of anticipation.

“Oh boy! It’s time to start my daily milk chugging!” The fennec boy declared, triumphantly raising a gallon of fresh, full-cream milk. Investing in Nickel’s Milk Fridge, a patented repository of all the milk growing muscles could ever need, was really going to give his bulking regime a big boost. He knew that his days of being an insufferably skinny twink couldn’t last forever, and he’d always wanted to try being a lean hunk of toned muscle anyway. Today was his first attempt at taking the gallon-of-milk-a-day challenge. It would be tough to handle so much milk, but with perseverance, the fennec could sculpt the body of his dreams!

In no time at all, the bulky carton of milk was drained, and the fennec was left licking his lips and wiping a few drops of milk from his handsome face. He thought it was a little odd how easy that had been, but then again, he had always loved milk! He tossed the carton in recycling, and set about cooking up a proper breakfast. By the time his protein-rich eggs, sausages and bacon were sizzling, he could already feel his eyes starting to droop. The skinny young fennec had to virtually force himself to finish off his plate, and by that time, he was halfway into a food coma. Stifling a yawn, the fennec slouched to his sofa, and resolved to work out after a post-breakfast nap…