It was late in heaven very late around 3 am. but it looked like there was a new arrival to this plane of existence. It was a fox like being, young, scrawny, shaking…he was clearly a child. One of his eyes was missing as scars ran down that side of his face like race car tracks, he honestly looked more like a redeemed sinner than a true angel. But…he was so little…he looked harmless. The boy looks up at Peter his remaining eye glossy as he began to cry. His tail was swaying in an uncomfortable manner. “…I-I-“ the boy would stutter out as his weeping became more noticeable. He collapsed on the ground in front of Peter.
