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Helga: Out of Hedgelands, by Rick Johnson. Map.
Seattle, WA, CreateSpace, March 2014, trade paperback $14.99 ([ii] 583 pages), Kindle $0.99 free with app.

The five volumes of the Wood Cow Chronicles are really only four volumes, published between March 2014 and September 2015; with a 37-page appendix only on Kindle, Dragons: The Untold Story, published as volume 5 for readers who want to know more about the backstory of the Dragons in the story. The pricing is designed to encourage the sales of the Kindle editions. The four volumes are vol. 1, Helga: Out of Hedgelands, March 2014; vol. 2, The Overending, March 2014; vol. 3, Silversion, February 2015; and vol. 4, Willowers, September 2015.

Helga was published in March 2014, but carries a 2012 copyright notice. It begins in a small fogbound harbor town, where a stagecoach is just leaving:

“Just outside, Livery Rats scrambled to prepare the Drownlands Weekly for departure. Travelers loaded quickly as burly Dock Squirrels tossed bags and trunks into the rooftop baggage rack. As soon as the baggage was loaded, the Weekly rolled away from the station with creaking timbers and rattling brass, its freshly serviced wheels smelling strongly of snake grease.

Bouncing along the bare track leading away from the Drownlands station, the Weekly rumbled through the sparsely settled frontier of the Rounds. Except for the Weekly and a few cargo wagons, the bone-jarring road was little used. A river of mud when it rained and a dust-choked washboard of ruts in the dry season, the many stones in the Cutoff road gave its only predictable surface.

Three of the passengers in the Weekly on this particular spring day were creatures we will hear much about in this account of former days. There was a strongly muscled young Wood Cow with soft, thick hair and a lively face. Dressed after the manner of her clan – long barkweave jacket and leggings, lizardskin boots, forest green linen shirt – Helga dozed fitfully, her head lolling against the jostling headboard. Although exhausted by her long journey, a smile played across her face. The sound of the rumbling wagon assured her that she was, indeed, at long last coming home.” (pgs. 2-3)

I’ve quoted this at length to give you a taste of Johnson’s writing. Depending on your taste, it’s either incredibly padded and takes forever for anything to happen, or it’s incredibly rich in detail, so much so that you almost object to the action that sidetracks you from the abundant descriptions of the anthropomorphic world in which it’s set – Helga’s world.

Helga and her parents are returning home to the Rounds. (See the map.) Their coach is greeted by crowds of Helga’s friends and admirers. Given Johnson’s writing style, these are described at length: Mianney Mayoyo, a tough and wild-eyed River Cat with two pet lizards on her shoulders; Picaroo “Pickles” DiArdo, a Trapper Dog who had shared her river adventures; Miss Edna Note, Helga’s old Badger teacher; and many others. The sight of so many old friends gives Helga flashbacks, which are also described: escaping with her Wood Cow mother Helbara through the swamps from heavily-armed Wrackshee slavers (a band of Wolves and Weasels) when she was a young child …

Yes, the story is mostly a flashback to Helga’s previous adventures. Helga: Out of Hedgelands (cover design credited to Pepper Graphics) is a richly described story; humorous with mild drama. It is funny-animal rather than anthro, but the abundant, almost overpowering details will draw you into it.

There are problems, however. One is some impenetrable dialect, that is thick enough to jar the reader out of the story. Here is Pickles: “‘Hey-hey, ya lee’tle Bungeet! Stop da chop sputter, or those Wracker’mugs will b’a back at ya ‘gin frighter t’en ever. Shee’wheet … Shee’wheet … Shee’wheet …’” (p. 9) Here is Broken Eye, a Cougar bandit and husband of Slasher Annie: “‘Them’s get’in hot on ma’tail, them’s is – Shouldn’t hav’ lost all ma’crew … ma’victuals …’” (p. 135) And here is Ola, a Wolf flutist: “‘And now yor best coome along with me’, the Wolf had said. ‘Where have yor coome from? The mounts, those awful mounts, I’ll be born. What were yor doin’ there? Aiean, moony a poor body has been lost in those tumbled, coold, wildy mounts and never been foound.’” (p. 172)

Another is Johnson’s habit of describing a character for paragraphs or pages before saying what kind of animal he or she is:

“‘Bad storm breakin’,’ Emil thought, as dark purple clouds swept down off the mountains and spatters of rain began to fall. The storm came up so quickly that Emil had not even noticed the piles of clouds gathering in the distance. Now the flying clouds were overhead and thunder rumbled. CRAAACK! A fork of lightning flashed, striking a towering tree along the path just ahead of Emil. Splitting down the trunk, the largest part of the tree fell across the path, forcing him to climb clumsily through the wreckage as the branches lashed about in the wind.” (p. 15)

What kind of animal is Emil? It’s not until page 17 that he’s specified as “the miserable young Wood Cow”. (Emil is much later identified as Helga’s brother.) This makes it almost impossible to envision him at first.

Other descriptions destroy the illusion by being too human:

“‘It’s a Zanuck, don’t you know!’ the innkeeper called out as Emil entered through the door. A tall Horse, wearing a clean linen cap, the innkeeper was strongly muscular, with arms bulging beneath the tight-fitting sleeves of his shirt as he balanced a heavy serving tray loaded with mugs and plates. A pencil-thin mustache and small pointed beard under the chin added to his look of unfriendly welcome.” (p. 20)

Maybe it’s just me, but I have no trouble imagining a two-legged Horse innkeeper. But add a pencil-thin mustache and a small pointed beard to his face, and the Horse fades into a Human. A Coyote with a red handlebar mustache doesn’t seem to me any more plausible.

Another point of confusion is some vocabulary introduced before it’s defined. The Horse innkeeper calls the lower-class Wood Cow a Zanuck, and a Moose a Poolytuck. These terms are not explained until pages 26-27. Who are FoRoar-2036 and SaRimm-2036? (They are defined much later as Glazier Dogs.)

Still other names can’t be taken seriously, and destroy the illusion. The most important is the wolf monarch of the Hedgelands: Fropperdaft Hafful TaTerribee VIII, Ancient Order of Reprehense, 3rd Degree; Lord Reckoner of Heights; Most Eminent Swellhead of the Keepers; Baron Sheriff of the Forever End; Peerless Berzerker of the Crowning Glory; Grandee of Maev Astuté, and High One of all Hedgelands. Can anyone say that with a straight face?   They apparently had better; “A tyrant without peer, his dungeons were eternally full.” (p. 37)

King Fropperdaft VIII of Maev Astuté (“his High Fropperdaftness”) and his aristocracy – Colonel Snart, another Wolf; Bengt Massavo (he prefers Bad Bone), a Climbing Lynx mountaineer; Sky Elks, Glazier Dogs, Stone Ducks, Skull Buzzards, and others — exile the Wood Cows from the Hedgelands, their original homeland. They are forced to venture out into the unknown world to find a new homeland.

Helga: Out of Hedgelands is several interconnected stories. Helga and her father Breister have adventures together and separately, apart from the other Wood Cows looking for a new home. Bad Bone, a childhood friend of Helga’s family who tries to help them, is discovered by the Skull Buzzards, and is forced into a separate exile. The novel switches back and forth between the two and the stories of other beasts who they encounter. There are colonies and trading posts of Sheep, Foxes, Owls, Coyotes, Vultures, Otters, Bears, and more. In the final third of the book, the action moves to ships and the Far North. SEA-LIONS HAVE LOUD VOICES! And in the last fifty pages, Dragons enter the story.

That’s enough of Helga’s story for the first night of her return home to the Rounds. There are still three sequels to come.

–Fred Patten

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In the year 2001, the Usenet newsgroup alt.lifestyle.furry had been in existence for five years since it’s beginning in June 1996, and its first post in August 1996, and had become a popular site for furries around the world to communicate online. By the year 2000, 540 Furveys from newsgroup participants had been posted, indicating approximately the number of people participating. Posting news and comments on furry topics was the intent of alt.lifestyle.furry, but topics other than furry had become common. Beginning on September 11, their discussion became intensely focused on the terrorist attacks that occurred in the United States and which would soon affect many people all over the world.

My examination of alt.lifestyle.furry’s activity regarding the events of that day began on my LiveJournal journal in September, 2011, and it featured large edited blocks of the alt.lifestyle.furry posts regarding the 2001 attacks. As such, my posts at that time were extended over sixteen days and may still be read beginning with this post. Those posts attempted to feature the most relevant topics and responses, out of many that appeared on the newsgroup at that time. I have also provided in this essay the URLs for the original newsgroups posts for more reference. For a more abbreviated version of those original posts, readers may view my current DreamWidth Journal beginning with this post.

The discussion began on September 11 with SwiftFox, who posted the initial report of the attack in New York City from The Associated Press.

Posted: “Two Planes Crash into World Trade Center Buildings!”

SwiftFox Sept. 11, 2001 9:23 AM

Aircraft Hits World Trade Center

The Associated Press, September 11, 2001 9:09 AM

New York (AP)-An aircraft crashed into the upper floors of one of the World Trade Center towers Tuesday morning, and black smoke poured out of two gaping holes, witnesses said. Shortly afterward a second explosion rocked the other tower . . .There was no immediate word on injuries or fatalities in the twin disasters, which happened shortly before 9 a.m. and then right around 9 a.m. . .Large holes were visible in sides of the 110-story buildings, landmark twin towers. . . The tops of the twin towers were obscured by the smoke.

Copyright © 2001 The Associated Press

Mr Maigo, at 1:28 PM commented:

4 planes total, 92 and 64 people into the Trade Center, 36 from the crash in PA, un-specified amount in the plane used on the Pentagon.

The reaction from furries came quickly.

MechaSquirrel, at 8:40 AM (his local time) commented:

. . . both of the twin towers are gone now, the 2nd one just collapsed also a few minutes ago. Shit . . . it just doesn’t feel real ya know? You expect stuff like this in movies, but not in real life . . .

SwiftFox, at 8:53 AM commented:

. . . My gut is in a wrench. It’s very hard to sit here . . . waiting. I’m waiting for the call for volunteers to fight the fire in Somerset, PA an hour east of me on the PA Turnpike.

David Fox, at 7:55 PM commented:

I saw it live on television this morning. I was in denial until about 3pm CST . . . It was at 3pm on the way back from my calculus class that I saw it on the front page of Stillwater’s (Oklahoma) local papers, the collapsing Trade Center Tower. In my mind it is not truly real till it is in the papers and when I saw it there . . . *I* collapsed. I never cried in public places, never, until today at least.

A second post appeared that morning, also from SwiftFox.

Posted: Our Thoughts go out to . . .

SwiftFox September 11, 2001 9:02 AM

(Our thoughts go out to) . . . the North Virginia/DC furs . . . the Hudson Furs . . . and their families . . . and all the emergency workers, volunteers, military personnel and citizens who are at this moment, struggling to reduce the loss of life and property these blatant attacks have reaped upon the United States.

Please join with me, furs from all over the world, and say a few words; project your thoughts to those at the center of this tragedy.

Kamau 10:25 AM

Prayers have been offered from first word. A mass will be offered at 2:30 by my paws. I will possible be directly involved with some of this due to my role in EMS and disaster response teams. It is a dark day but we must focus to do the greater good to save people first, then deal with those who caused it.

Offering Prayers

Kamau

Nox Corax, at 10:45 AM commented:

It was 7:45 when I first heard about what happened. It didn’t really hit me until I was on my way back home from dropping my sister off at 8:35. I had to pull my car over because I was weeping . . .

Smrgol-};>~ at 12:44 PM commented:

Give blood if you can please, it will be needed.

ziramax, at 3:07 PM commented:

Sending my prayers and thoughts for all those in need. Thanks to all those involved with rescue, aid and blood donation. And candle-light for the grieving and the lost.

Christophe, September 12, 2001 at 6:50 PM commented:

My thoughts go to all innocent people who were injured and killed in this ignominious act of terrorism and their families and friends. Here, in France, and rest of Europe, we are deeply affected by what happens to USA’s people, and which probably concerned some of our compatriots too who were working in those buildings. I really hope that the rescuers will be able to save as many lives as possible.

With all my compassion,

AoiKitsune

A third post appeared that morning, from Kellic J. Tiger

Posted: Please take a second out of your day

Kellic J. Tiger September 11, 2001 9:02 AM

*Sobs-Not a cyber one* Everyone. Please take a second out of your day. If you have religion please pray for everyone involved in this tragedy. The firefighters, the police, the ER’s receiving any wounded, the family and friend of those who have died. Even if you don’t have religion please at least wish them your best.

Ursus Californicus, at 1:57 PM commented:

Sigh. I was sent home along with *all* other state employees for our own safety, though in my point it’s moot, as I was promptly activated as an officer with the Governor’s Office of Emergency Services. I’m currently waiting to see if I’m going to New York for support. As someone who worked through the crash of PSA flight 182, I can add my comments to the Tiger’s: emergency services personnel work through the tragedy without regard to their own feeling. Only later do we sometimes “lose it”. So pray for the emergency personnel, too.

Yours in fur,

Ursus Californicus (the *Bionic* Yiff Beast of Sacramento)

FlepKitsu, at 9:38 PM commented:

(partial quote from Kamau): “If you get sent out this way let me know seeing you may get stationed near my location.”

Kamau, and anyone else that might be going to help with this—be careful!!! and know, without doubt, that you have the admiration and the prayers of your fellow furs going with you.

In the following post, we see some of the tension felt by some military furries, aka “milfurs”, expressed in their particular fashion.

Posted: SOUND OFF! IONOTTER A-OKAY

Alexandyr Troutnoodler September 11, 2001 9:14 AM

ALL UNITS, ALL UNITS . .

JOHN A. IS ALRIGHT.

SITUATION IS NORMAL

NORFOLK BASE IS CLOSED.

PHONE COMMS ARE HEAVILY RESTRICTED OR DOWN.

CELL NETWORKS OVERLOADED.

DEPLOYMENT STATUS UNKNOWN-PRESUME NON-DEPLOY

I SAY AGAIN FOR PENETRATION . . .

JOHN A. (IONOTTER) IS ALRIGHT.

PLEASE REPLY WHENEVER YOU CAN.

Camstone Fox, at 9:27 AM commented:

(partial quote from Alexandyr Troutnoodler): “JOHN A. IS ALRIGHT.”

CONFIRMED.

CAMSTONE FOX A-O-K.

ALL REQUESTED TO REMAIN CALM.

DO NOT, REPEAT, DO NOT OVER REACT.

Please.

As the day continued, more furries added their comments. Some were saddened, and some were expressing anger. In some comments, the anger was directed at the terrorist, but there were some cases of anger directed at other furries for comments made. As had happened on previous occasions, comments on political topics produced conflicts within the newsgroup. Some discussions did become prolonged and bitterly argued. By 2:24 on September 11 these comments appeared:

No One In Particular, at 2:24 PM commented:

(partial quote from Rust): “I can not begin to express my current hatred for the people of Palestine, who are at this moment in the streets, celebrating the deaths of thousands of innocent civilian victims.”

(partial quote from Baloo Ursidae): “Not that we didn’t give them a reason to celebrate, we got involved in their civil war against them. Sure, we called it peacekeeping, but it’s not peacekeeping when you pick sides.”

Un-called-for Baloo. completely un-called-for. You never miss a chance to whack the country which has allowed you the freedom to natter on against it, do you? Even when 50,000+ INNOCENT people are dead. I was expecting such a remark and praying it wouldn’t come to pass. You never cease to disappoint me.

Wayd Wolf, disgusted . . .

Some furries tried to calm the conflicts.

IonOtter, at 3:03 PM commented:

. . .WAYD . . .chiiilll, my friend. Chill . . . Now is NOT the time for a hot head. *hugs*

David Fox, at 7:20 PM commented:

I’d just like to take my time to express my sincere belief that our system of government is our ultimate weapon and that we should be consistent with it and apprehend the responsible and bring them swiftly to trial. They are attacking ideals not people, so let us show them that our ideals will stand where towers have crumbled.

The emotional shock of the morning’s disaster continued into the following days. Posts and comments to posts continued on this subject until at least the twenty-fourth day of September, 2001. Expressions of sadness, helplessness, and love and support appeared daily. Our furry community is famous for its hugs and here was a big one, generously offered by Flep Kitsu

Posted: A Big Hug

Flep Kitsu September 13, 2001 9:12 PM

I figure we could ALL use at least one of these right now, so here’s my contribution:

::::::::::HUGE, GIGANTIC, VAST, COSMIC, ENORMOUS HUG::::::::::

Camstone Fox, at 11:18 PM commented:

Thanks . . . I needed that.

The list of names of the dead from the Pentagon has started to be released . . . So far, none of the names were anyone I knew . . . And I did walk those halls from time to time . . . ~lights a candle~

Kamau, on September 14, 2001 6:45 PM commented:

Thanks, we all need this right now.

*Hugs*

We will make it through this, we all will and carry the memories of those who were lost to honor them.

Tiado, at 10:01 PM commented:

*Joins in on the HUGE, GIGANTIC, VAST, COSMIC, ENORMOUS, MASSIVE, SIZEABLE, GARGANTUAN HUG*

Thanks Flep, that makes me feel a little better.

Skytech, on Septmeber 17, 2001 5:48 PM commented (in character):

Sky and Lana grab the kits and join in on the hugs. All genuinely enjoy this moment of communal support.

The attacks of September 11 caused the death of at least one known member of the furry community. The chaos of disasters often produces incomplete or inaccurate reports of casualties. Perhaps the following post reveals where the claim that someone named DesertCat, also known as Walter Senge, came from*.

Posted: Safe & Sound

LionKingCMSL, on September 17, 2001 9:50 AM commented:

To all those furs that may be wondering about the “railroading lion” and the aftermath of 9/11/01, I’m fine. JRedWolf (aka JFox), Looksfar, who are now rooming with me, and myself were well away from both NYC and Washington D.C., in transit to the railroad for a special chartered train for that day, when the attacks took place. When we arrived at the station to pick up our passengers, we found out the horrible news and were shocked and saddened. We are also saddened with the confirmed loss of two furs/weres and the possible loss of at least two others. I checked in with some of the furs who I knew that had dealings in NYC and the Pentagon to make sure they were safe and sound and to let them know we were ok. The reason for the long delay for checking in is because I still have a lot to do at the railroad and this is the first time I had time to type up a message.

To all, “Be Well”.

Kamau, at 7:37 PM commented:

Good to hear you’re fine but busy. The events of last Tuesday may just be a plus to railroads. I’ve been hearing a lot of folk on the news mention train vs. flying. Maybe the railroads can get some of the cash that’s flowing to put in more high speed line.

(partial quote from LionKingCMSL): “We are also saddened with the confirmed loss of two furs/weres and the possible loss of at least two others.”

Last I knew we had all accounted for. Who’s missing?

Camstone Fox, at 8:54 PM commented:

(partial quote from Kamau): “Last I knew we had all accounted for. Who’s missing?”

The furry site http://qrm.exodus.net/fur-status.html reports from NYC’s WTC . . .

DesertCat, aka Walter Senge, Deceased

Lisa Gregg, Deceased (furry name not listed)

and FireFoxx—Missing, not heard from.

After checking about . . . there were no furs reported of who are in the Pentagon in DC . . . as I think I am the only fur who visits them on a regular basis for meeting. Bearhug was in the Pentagon City Mall, which is close by, and PandaGuy was working in DC, but no one in DC is missing or unaccounted for. Still . . . as I was reminded, it doesn’t matter if they were furs or not. . . a lot of souls were terrorized last Tuesday . . . let’s not lose sight of that. Ever.

Kamau, on September 18, 2001 10:39 AM commented:

*Hangs head with ears down*

Sorry, I somehow missed that. Not surprising that we would loose someone. I just thought we were one of the lucky few. *sigh* You can count on it. They will be remembered and honored. While I’m looking for justice and not revenge I’ve got to say I’m very much looking for the word to come down that we can begin taking action against those responsible.

Skytech, at 2:24 PM commented (in character):

aaaw . . .

<Lana and Sky’s bodies visibly droop as they read and they lean together.>

Now it’s close. It’s our community.

Yes, that was our community of alt.lifestyle.furry.

When a disastrous event such as the terrorist attack of September 11, 2001, or a natural disaster occurs, those of us around it but not directly involved with it, can be left with complicated emotional responses. Through the media we may view the pictures and read or hear of the stories from the site of the event. We know that other humans, and animals, have suffered greatly. In normal people this can evoke the feeling of grief. Our response to that grief can take many forms. Writing, and the reading of literature, is one of the ways we can positively cope with grief. The responses that you have read in this essay have shown some examples of the grief that we felt in 2001. Some people wanted to tell the rest of us that they were okay and that they were forming competent responses to the situation. Some people told us how sad they were, or horrified, by the event. Some were clearly angry. Anger and grief are closely related. Some of the participants on alt.lifestyle.furry, probably without realizing it, may have been expressing their anger about the causes of the disaster in words that they directed at one another.

Writing about our grief, or reading the words of others, can be a step toward healing. In our own writing we can give definition to multiple unorganized feelings. In reading the writing of others we may find the form and substance of emotion that we may not have had the skill to articulate, and we see that others experience emotions as we do. Through writing and reading, an emotionally overwhelming experience of grief, one that we feel is too large for us to begin to grasp, can be brought to a size that we can mentally apprehend.

The events of September 11, 2001 cast a long and dark shadow over the world, one that continues to today. By 2005, the newsgroup had declined and become very inactive. Did alt.lifestyle.furry decline, at least partly, from conflicts generated within the discussion of that event? Possibly only careful review of the newsgroup might answer this. Did some, or many, alt.lifestyle.furry participants gain some peace from the support they both gave and found on alt.lifestyle.furry? We hope this is true.

For more information on the Usenet newsgroup alt.lifestyle.furry, please look at these websites:

• Information on the Furvey
• Wikifur’s article on alt.lifestyle.furry.

* A reply from whitetail on this post adds detail:

whitetail writes on September 11 2011, 05:12:20 UTC Edited: September 11 2011, 05:13:37 UTC:

It’s important to never forget those who lost their lives in this terrible terrorist act of war. However, there is no “Walter Senge” or “JenniferKE” on the official list of 9/11 victims. Additionally, no one in the NY Furries community apparently knew or has even heard of a “DesertCat”, or anyone by the aforementioned RL names. I researched this to a rather exhaustive extent back in 2009, and no further information has been discovered or people who knew him/her have come forward since then. Because there is no known documentary evidence of this person’s existence, either in life or in death, I believe it’s prudent to conclude that this is yet another unsubstantiated 9/11 myth.

Elizatbeth (Lisa) Martine Gregg, however, WAS a real victim of the tragedy. That is no doubt whatsoever about her identity, or her death on 9/11/2001.

Please see also these Wikifur pages: The 9/11 Furry Status Page and Elizabeth Martin Gregg.

Editor’s note:

Fifteen years ago, I was fifteen, a sophomore in high school. School started at seven thirty-five in the morning, and on that morning, I had gotten up early enough that I had twenty minutes or so to spare before I had to start walking.

As was my habit with any scrap of free time I had available, I logged on to FluffMUCK to chat with folks. The atmosphere was undoubtedly strange from the get-go, and it was Leonel who told me, “A plane crashed into the world trade center.” When I expressed confusion and disbelief, he encouraged me to look it up, and so I went to school with the knowledge that something extraordinary was happening.

The teachers and administrators knew that something had happened, and they made a long announcement that, although we were to go to our classes as scheduled, it would be up to the teachers whether or not to teach the subject matter at hand or to talk about the events. In the middle of the announcement, a third plane crashed into the side of the Pentagon.

The released all of the TVs to as many classrooms as possible, and we sat in near silence as we watched the North Tower collapse.

I spent my free period in the computer lab where I helped with the student-run web server, Babylonia. I spent as much time as I could on FluffMUCK trying to get in touch with my partner at the time, Marek, who lived in Pennsylvania. I did the same during the C++ class I was in at the time, where the instructor let us spend the period on the internet reading about what had happened.

We watched the news through the final period of the day, photography, and I still hadn’t heard back from Marek. The punk in the class laughed at my anxiety, and told me that the reason he was better than me was that he wasn’t gay – an insult that was such a non-sequitur that I laughed in his face.

Marek lived. I lived. All of my friends lived. As Shining River writes, there was one confirmed furry lost in the attacks that September, but it wasn’t someone with whom I was acquainted.

2,996 lives and $3 trillion in damages later, my mom and I watched a missile salvo on October 7th, signifying the start of the War in Afghanistan.

This is a furry site, always will be, but we furries are people too. We live in the world, for better or for worse, and the events of the world affect us in myriad ways. In the comments, we welcome you to respectfully share your stories, your memories of that day.

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Below is an article about a stolen fursuit, on the website of California's television channel KNTV:
http://www.ktnv.com/news/owner-heartbroken-after-furry-animal-costume-stolen-from-storage-facility


Thousands of dollars in property was stolen from a Henderson storage facility, but one item in particular might raise eyebrows.

A "furry animal" suit that looks like a mascot costume was taken, and the owner is heartbroken.

When Steavphan Feasel walks around in his wolf suit, he waves and dances as his alter ego, Oreo.

Feasel says he took on the character as a way to stop being himself for a while, and a way to make friends with other "furries."

"We just see it as a comfort zone because a lot of us are shy," he said. "[It's about] feeling free basically, away from the whole human thing."

The suit is worth $2,600, and now it's gone.

Oreo was stolen from Feasel's unit at Public Storage on Sunset Road in Henderson, along with bicycles, RC cars, and construction equipment.

Cory Ausiello says his unit was also burglarized. His heart sank when he discovered what happened.

"It's really hard to know that the stuff is gone," Ausiello said.

Public Storage's manager wouldn't answer any questions about the burglaries. 13 Action News left a message at the corporate office that wasn't returned.

As for Oreo, a friend of Feasel's spotted the suit on Fremont Street downtown, but that was about a week ago and they're no closer to finding the costume now than when it was first taken.

Below is an article about a stolen fursuit, on the website of California's television channel KNTV:
http://www.ktnv.com/news/owner-heartbroken-after-furry-animal-costume-stolen-from-storage-facility


Thousands of dollars in property was stolen from a Henderson storage facility, but one item in particular might raise eyebrows.

A "furry animal" suit that looks like a mascot costume was taken, and the owner is heartbroken.

When Steavphan Feasel walks around in his wolf suit, he waves and dances as his alter ego, Oreo.

Feasel says he took on the character as a way to stop being himself for a while, and a way to make friends with other "furries."

"We just see it as a comfort zone because a lot of us are shy," he said. "[It's about] feeling free basically, away from the whole human thing."

The suit is worth $2,600, and now it's gone.

Oreo was stolen from Feasel's unit at Public Storage on Sunset Road in Henderson, along with bicycles, RC cars, and construction equipment.

Cory Ausiello says his unit was also burglarized. His heart sank when he discovered what happened.

"It's really hard to know that the stuff is gone," Ausiello said.

Public Storage's manager wouldn't answer any questions about the burglaries. 13 Action News left a message at the corporate office that wasn't returned.

As for Oreo, a friend of Feasel's spotted the suit on Fremont Street downtown, but that was about a week ago and they're no closer to finding the costume now than when it was first taken.

September 2016’s Book of the Month is ROAR 7, edited by Mary E. Lowd.

Welcome to a LEGENDARY volume of ROAR! That’s right, the theme for the seventh volume is legend, and it will take you on a journey from a fortune teller’s bamboo hut to the end of the world in the coils of a dead snake god, back in time to the Cretaceous and then up to the stars. You’ll meet tigers and cranes practicing Kung Fu, a singing frog, a gambling pigeon, a rap-star bearded dragon, a rhinoceros who’s friends with a goat, and several creatures you’ve probably never seen before.

The seventh volume of FurPlanet’s annual general audience anthology has 17 stories:

• “Crouching Tiger, Standing Crane,” Kyla Chapek
• “The Frog Who Swallowed the Moon,” Renee Carter Hall
• “The Torch,” Chris “Sparf” Williams
• “A Rock Among Millions,” Skunkbomb
• “The Pigeon Who Wished For Golden Feathers,” Corgi W.
• “Unbalanced Scales,” Bill Kieffer
• “Reason,” Heidi C. Vlach
• “Old-Dry-Snakeskin,” Ross Whitlock
• “Kitsune Tea,” E.A. Lawrence
• “A Touch of Magic,” John B. Rosenman
• “Long Time I Hunt,” Erin Lale
• “The Butterfly Effect,” Jay “Shirou” Coughlan
• “The Roar,” John Giezentanner
• “Trust,” TJ Minde
• “The Golden Flowers,” Priya Sridhar
• “A Thousand Dreams,” Amy Fontaine
• “Puppets,” Ellis Aen

ROAR 7 is available in print from FurPlanet and DRM-free ebook from Bad Dog Books, as well as from Amazon.

Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir is a French animated TV series by Thomas Astruc and ZAG Animation, which premiered in 2015. It tells the story of two high school kids in Paris, Marinette and Adrien, who inherit the powers of Ladybug and Cat Noir — charged with defeating the evil spirits that turn ordinary people into dangerous criminals. Each of them has joined up with a Kwami, a good magical spirit who transforms them into their super-selves for a limited time. The series was dubbed in English and it’s been running on Nickelodeon in North America — as well as released on DVD by Shout! Factory. What’s more, now Action Lab have now produced a new full-color Miraculous comic book series.

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This is a bonus episode where we will start by playing a song written by Rebecca Sugar from the Cartoon Network show, Steven Universe. We will discuss the meaning and importance behind the lyrics, and how they can be used as a mantra to help you find inner peace and strength when you are lost or consumed by emotion.

We will be discussing this song in a way that will not spoil the plot of the show or reveal character motivations; we will only be discussing the meaning behind the lyrics. Stay tuned after the show for a discussion that goes into detail about the characters and their motivations; we will provide a spoiler warning for those who have not seen the show yet so they can choose to stop listening. We highly recommend watching Steven Universe from the beginning so that the song and the story behind it will have a fuller effect.

Next week we will be discussing Jealousy and Envy. We hope you enjoy this bonus content!

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Submitted by Fred Patten, Furry’s favorite historian and reviewer.

The Digital Coyote, by Kris Schnee.
Seattle WA, CreateSpace, July 2016, trade paperback $8.49 (238 pages), Kindle $3.99.

This is Schnee’s third Thousand Tales book, following the novel Thousand Tales: How We Won the Game, and the novella 2040: Reconnection. There is also the short story “Wings of Faith”, in the anthology Gods with Fur, ed. by Fred Patten (FurPlanet Productions, June 2016). To quote from my review of 2040: Reconnection: “Ludo is the advanced Artificial Intelligence who can scan anyone’s brain and recreate it in ‘her’ fantasy world, in the setting and body of their choice. Handsome men and beautiful women, noble warriors, flying griffins, anthropomorphic animals; anything, living in an ancient Greek or medieval European or sci-fi futuristic paradise. Of course, their original body in 2040 A.D. Earth is dead, and the consequences of this back on Earth may be unknown, but who in Ludo’s world cares?”

Pete Timaeus is a Washington, D.C. senator’s aide; great at data analysis but otherwise with massive psychological problems about dealing with the real world. He wants Ludo to “fix” him. “She” demurs:

“‘You can fix me!’

The AI shook her head. ‘That’s not what uploading is for. People already argue that converting a human brain into software destroys the soul, that my residents are false copies made for suicidal customers. If I deliberately get your mind wrong, what’s the point?’” (p. 3)

What Ludo does is to take Pete into the computer world of Talespace as he is, with his inferiority complex and hypochondria and inability to make choices and acrophobia and insecurities about dealing with other personalities, and lead him into fixing himself. Mostly as a coyote.

Talespace is the bewildering but magnificent world established in Schnee’s earlier books:

“Pete looked outside the store, finally noticing the area around him, and his heart beat faster. The space around him was a bazaar in a cylindrical room of marble and gold. A unicorn and an astronaut waved to customers from competing stalls of magic and technology. Frat boys had a booth full of sports gear and pizza. A black griffin dozed with its head on its talons across from smiths hammering armor. Too many options!” (p. 8)

Ludo apparently considers that being turned into a coyote is what Pete needs to evolve out of his personality problems. The other people of Talespace are blasé about that:

“He banged into someone and said, ‘I want whatever you’re selling!’ Though he only barked, really.

‘What’s that, little guy?’ said the man he’d hit, rocking on a stool outside a tiki hut. Green swirls and runes decorated his dark skin. He wore sandals and Hawaiian patterned swim trunks. ‘Did Timmy fall down the well?’

Pete felt saddlebags on his back. He reached around to grab them with one paw, but the lack of thumbs made that tricky. He was able to unbuckle the pouches, eventually, and he rolled over to dump them out. Inside were silver coins, a gem-studded token, and a scrap of construction paper scrawled with ‘IOU: ONE SPEL PEECE.’

The surfer tapped the paper, and a silver braid appeared. ‘Ha! It’s a note from Ludo herself.’

Pete tilted his head, wondering if there was an identification spell.

‘Public-key cryptography,’ the man explained. Then he picked up the token, laughed, and tossed it back. ‘You got a pass to Kinky’s, too! You don’t know the place? It’s the Talespace brothel.’

Pete pictured walking into a place like that on all fours. Humiliating! Pete blushed through his fur, and pushed the token away.

‘Keep it, dude. Or sell it later; those are tough to get. What do you want?’” (pgs. 11-12)

Pete gets adventurous and explores other lands and bodies:

“He had information, but he still needed direction. In his old life he’d always had a mom, teacher, or boss to instruct him. His total lack of obligations stunned him now, like the time he wasted a summer by having no job or hobby. He needed somebody to lead him! Except … what did their opinion matter? Without any goal, why not go … This way! He ran off along the cavern floor, toward the first world-portal he could find. His path took him to a bending tunnel at the cavern’s edge, then to a room of flowers and grass and a shimmering magical gate. He leaped through, deliberately not reading any of the labels or warning signs.” (p. 15)

In Hoofland, Pete becomes a pony:

“Pete looked outside, then down into a fountain beside him. He was a dull grey pony in the same style as the unicorn, halfway between the real thing and a sappy toy-commercial cartoon. Naked … but that didn’t matter, right? Pete walked out of the room, ignoring the chatter from the dumb signpost NPC.

His hooves clip-clopped on a cobblestone road. It sloped out of the stone fort he’d just left, and along a hill of grapevines. Half-timber cottages lined the river delta and shoreline below. A team of colorful, winged pegasuses (pegasi?) tugged an airship toward a flying dock that on a platform made of clouds. Then as the sun rapidly sank below the hills, a golden moon sprang up and an aurora flashed the stars to life. Warm wind stirred his mane.” (p. 16)

He becomes a coyote again, but humanoid:

“A ninja throwing star embedded itself in a bamboo stalk next to his face. Pete dived to the leaf-strewn floor just in time to dodge another. He grabbed the flint knife from his belt and spotted the ninja himself, swathed head to toe in  black. Cruel eyes looked out from the figure’s headscarf. Pete called out, ‘Who are you?’ but his foe only drew a katana in response. It was even matte-black, so Pete knew he meant business.” (p. 35)

This review could go another thousand words just describing all the things that Pete becomes (but the two- or four-legged coyote is always his fallback mode), and the worlds that he visits/things that he learns:

“For instance, formerly-human griffins found that the new quadruped stance and wings gave them a different perspective on even ordinary tasks like carrying things. Unlike a disguise that changed the graphic others saw, physically being a flier or six inches tall or robotic was bound to affect people’s minds. Several religious movements started this way.” (p. 49)

Ludo also learns from dealing with Pete:

“Pete groaned at being tricked. About then, his spell wore off and he found himself on two coyote legs again. ‘You’re not Ludo, right?’

Ludo, in human shape, waved from a set of bleachers that hadn’t been visible. She was eating popcorn. ‘Thanks for giving me some combat test data! Want to go again?’” (p. 59)

The climax grows more dramatic and bloody, justifying Pete’s transformation into a coyote, as everyone is aware that a coyote is a Trickster. Readers of the first two Thousand Tales books will not be disappointed. The Digital Coyote (cover by Annie Engvall) contains several supporting characters, some from the previous books and some new ones; one of whom will be the protagonist of the next book.

–Fred Patten

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Bobby London was a member of the infamous Air Pirates collective — a group of underground cartoonists who got together in the late 1960’s to spoof American suburbia and conformity… choosing Disney animation and comics as a symbolic target for their satire. (The Walt Disney Company rewarded them with a lawsuit for their efforts.) Mr. London’s contribution to the project was Dirty Duck, the adventures of a *ahem* foul-mouthed anthropomorphic duck and his put-upon funny animal butler, Weevil. Most of there adventures seemed to involve lots of naked human women… Perhaps why the comic eventually found its way onto the pages of Playboy for many years. Now, IDW/Top Shelf have gathered together more than 300 pages of original full-color Dirty Duck comics into a new hardcover collection. Take a look at their web page to find out more.

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Submitted by Fred Patten, Furry’s favorite historian and reviewer.

Rise of the Silver Moon, by Kuragari Inuken and K. G. Hobbes. Illustrated by Shiki Z. Shigls.
Las Vegas, NV, Rabbit Valley Books, May 2016, trade paperback $20.00 (177 pages).

This is a Medievalish fantasy adventure with funny-animal warriors and wizards, including “dragonkin”. I’m not sure what the dragonkin are supposed to look like, despite the picture of one on the cover:

“The dragonkin straightened and unfurled his wings briefly, flexing them in the cool night air then folding them against his back. Adjusting his clothes nervously and checking that he was presentable in his reflection from a window he stepped up to the door, and knocked far more quietly than such a large fist would seem to allow.” (pgs. 2-3)

So the dragonkin have large wings plus clothes. How does that work? Are the shirts or tunics backless? If the dragonkin are humanoid, do they sleep on their backs with those wings?

Never mind. For a funny-animal adventure like this, it doesn’t matter.

Khan the dragonkin/dragon is the monk-sensei of a martial-art school. He is determined to climb a cursed mountain for the healing flowers that grow only at its top. The flowers grow at the foot of a stone statue of a humanoid wolf that comes to life when he picks them. After an exhausting fight, Khan throws the wolf off the mountaintop to its death. But when it dies, the wolf’s spirit possesses Khan:

“He felt something bubble up in his chest and rise in his throat, escaping his maw in a loud lupine howl! Khan clapped his hands over his mouth and shivered as he kneeled, feeling extremely weak and shaky. Another howl pierced the now silent night and made the dragon double over retching on his hands and knees.” (p. 19)

Khan returns to his dojo (he uses his dragon wings, which are not powerful enough for flight, to glide down from the mountaintop) apparently unaffected, but when the moon rises he is felled by an excruciating pain. He begins to grow blue fur beneath his scales; a sign that his body is being taken over by Saaros, an evil wolf god:

“‘I’ve known enough of the Wolf Cult to see the signs but I never thought to see them in you, old friend,’ he [Bosbe, a Bernese mountain dog] muttered, picking up the pestle and starting to grind the herbs into a fine powder.

‘Wolf Cult?’ Khan asked, his tone confused. ‘W-what are you talking about? Oh gods, my head!’ he moaned, laying back in the bed [yep, he lies on his wings] as he blinked at the Bernese in confusion.

‘The cult of the Wolf,’ the canine replied with a sarcastic laugh. ‘Worshippers of an ancient spirit, a creature of darkness, evil, and vile. They seek to bring it physically in to the world again and with it an age of chaos and violence!’ Bosbe finished dramatically a slightly maniacal gleam in his eyes as he turned to look at Khan.” (p. 43)

Doom approaches! To forestall Saaros and the evil Wolf Cult, Genru the husky hunter, another of Khan’s friends, and Lhixe the red fox thief must get The Book from the mage’s library before Fjlow, the leader of the six green-robed and grey-hooded wolves, do:

“Fjlow started pacing the room back and forth. Stopping frequently to check the suns progress as it starting to set behind the horizon. ‘He knows,’ he muttered barely above a whisper. The perked sets of ears twitched trying to catch every word.

‘Uhh, who knows what, sir?’ the wolf at the back said.

It was a minute before Fjlow turned again to his group. ‘The husky, Genru. If he asked about the mage library he must have known that the book with all the information is hidden there. But he does not know that we seek it as well. I doubt he even knows about us,’ he glowered at the wolves as if they had failed him. They took a step back. ‘He probably doesn’t know the significance of that book either. Still though, we must acquire it before he does! He has the help of that little sneak Lhixe also.’” (pgs. 66-67)

Much helter-skelter ensues. It all ends on a cliffhanger, with “To be concluded in Book 2 – Reign of the Silver Moon.”

Rise of the Silver Moon (cover by Shiki Z. Shigls) is very much a funny-animal novel, with an otter barmaid, lion guardsmen, an eagle librarian, a raccoon martial-arts student, a sheepdog medic, and more. Shigls’ illustrations include an impressive double-page spread.

But! Rise of the Silver Moon is poorly proofread. The authors don’t believe in much interior punctuation in a sentence. “You know there is a curse upon that peak right?” “‘Quite the sight isn’t it Khan?’ said a soft voice.” “He was exhausted his body did not want to obey anymore […]” “Khan pulled his cloak off his scales glittered in the bright light, showing off his muscles and curves.” “The dragon’s earlier question about the wolf statues purpose was answered as the large brute stalk towards him stepping on the precious flowers in the process.” “Hearing the ragged breathing from the beast as it approached.”

Some of the descriptive passages could have used more dialogue. “A soldier at the gate stopped him and asked where he was going. He replied back he planned to ascend the mountain. The guard gasped and pleaded for him to not do so, as everyone that has tried ended up never being seen again.” (p. 6)

I could go on for the length of the book, but you get the point. If you’d like a funny-animal Magic Quest-type novel, you don’t mind the cliffhanger ending, and you’re willing to plow through the wonky punctuation and grammar, then you’ll enjoy Rise of the Silver Moon.

–Fred Patten

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Levi journeys to the Canadian wilderness to interview the Camp Feral 2016 guests of hono(u)r, Matthew Ebel and Tairu Panda. Be sure to listen to this one-of-a-kind show you’re sure not to hear anywhere else!

Metadata and Credits WagzTail @ Camp Feral 2016

Runtime: 44:57m

Cast: Levi, Potoroo, Matthew Ebel, Tairu Panda

Editor: Levi

Format: 196kbps AAC Copyright: © 2016 WagzTail.com. Some Rights Reserved. This podcast is released by WagzTail.com as CC BY-ND 3.0.

WagzTail @ Camp Feral 2016 w/ Matthew Ebel and Tairu Panda - Levi journeys to the Canadian wilderness to interview the Camp Feral 2016 guests of hono(u)r, Matthew Ebel and Tairu Panda. Be sure to listen to this one-of-a-kind show you're sure not to hear anywhere else!

Levi journeys to the Canadian wilderness to interview the Camp Feral 2016 guests of hono(u)r, Matthew Ebel and Tairu Panda. Be sure to listen to this one-of-a-kind show you’re sure not to hear anywhere else!

Metadata and Credits WagzTail @ Camp Feral 2016

Runtime: 44:57m

Cast: Levi, Potoroo, Matthew Ebel, Tairu Panda

Editor: Levi

Format: 196kbps AAC Copyright: © 2016 WagzTail.com. Some Rights Reserved. This podcast is released by WagzTail.com as CC BY-ND 3.0.

WagzTail @ Camp Feral 2016 w/ Matthew Ebel and Tairu Panda - Levi journeys to the Canadian wilderness to interview the Camp Feral 2016 guests of hono(u)r, Matthew Ebel and Tairu Panda. Be sure to listen to this one-of-a-kind show you're sure not to hear anywhere else!