Meet Everett

Thousands of blades of lush green grass glistened in the morning late-summer sunshine at the town park. Underneath came the reason for the lushness of the lawn, dampness caused by the previous night's heavy rain. A lean ten-year old fox sniffed the breeze as he stood at the edge of an asphalt path that cut through the park, like a black ribbon. His nose caught the earthy scent of the damp earth combined with the sweet smell of the recently-mowed lawn. His ears twitched as they heard the sound of plastic wheels scraping noisily along the path. The fox's heart started to pound with excitement, surely it was his best friend, six-year old Timothy the raccoon astride his bike with training wheels that was approaching. Momentarily he daydreamed about other days like this, where his friend had gotten stuck in the grass or a patch of mud, helplessly pumping his pedals and having to cry out, "Friendly, help! I'm stuck!"
Friendly was brought back to reality as another high-pitched voice called out, "Excuse me, please!"
This was promptly followed by a squeaky honk from a push-button hooter. Friendly sighed, it wasn't Timothy. The fox stepped off the path just in time for a little plastic red and yellow car to drive past, with a little electric motor propelling it along. Friendly caught a glimpse of the driver, a little badger with purple fur and blue hair, wearing a square pair of orange glasses. He watched as the little car drove down the path, and right into a big patch of mud, coming to an abrupt halt right in the middle. Friendly watched curiously to see if the car started moving on its' own again, but after several seconds it hadn't moved at all. The fox chuckled and paced down the path to investigate.
"Aw, c'mon! I just charged it up!" cried the little badger, stomping on the gas pedal and groaning as his car didn't move an inch. Friendly chuckled as he looked at the back wheels, seeing them spinning helplessly as they kept slipping in the sloppy mess all around Everett and his car. The little electric motor whined in vain as the little plastic rear wheels whirred, churning the muck. Friendly felt a pleasant tingling sensation on top of his head, right between his ears, as all of this was occurring.
"Hey little buddy, perhaps I can help?" called Friendly, as the tingling sensation made him grin.
The little badger looked back over his shoulder at the fox, he smiled back and adjusted his glasses with his paw.
"Please! My car's stopped working and I dunno why!"
"Did you try reversing it?"
"Ooh, good idea!" squeaked the badger.
Friendly watched as the little wheels spun backwards, still spinning helplessly as they kept slipping, and the motor whined pitifully.
"Nope, that's not working. Come on, little car!" grunted the badger.
"Can I try?" asked Friendly.
The little badger looked unsure at his suggestion, his expression gave Friendly a momentarily unpleasant tingling sensation that trickled up his spine and made him grimace. However, the badger then grinned back at him in a friendly manner.
"Okay!" came the reply. "I'm Everett!" the little badger introduced himself.
"Call me, Friendly." answered the fox, grinning back at Everett as he watched the little badger clamber out of his car.
Everett was wearing a bright yellow puffy raincoat. A long transparent plastic cover draped down beneath it like a skirt, and just visible beneath that was a thick white puffy diaper.
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The mud was super slippery. Friendly carefully walked around the edge of the muck and held onto the nearby tree as he clambered in through the door of Everett's car. Gently he pressed the accelerator pedal and peered over the side, looking down at the little rear wheels as they spun and spun uselessly.
"Woah!" came a cry from Everett, followed by a loud squelch.
Friendly had been preoccupied with watching the wheels spinning, but he looked up and saw that Everett was on his back in the mud.
"Good thing you're wearing that raincoat, Everett." chuckled Friendly.
"My poor little car, it's stuck in the mud!" squeaked Everett.
"Hey, don't worry little buddy. We'll get it out."
Everett managed to stand up and waded back into the muck, slipping and sliding about he managed to land both of his hands on the back of his car. Friendly grinned and pressed the accelerator, as Everett tried to push, but the little badger's boots just kept sliding around uselessly.
"Oh no!" wailed Everett, "I can't push my car, this mud's too slippery!"
"Aww, I'm coming!" called Friendly, as he clambered out of Everett's car and used the tree again to steady himself. He soon stood behind Everett and his stranded little car. The fox chuckled as he peered at the mud-smeared cover that draped over the little badger's thick, puffy plastic diaper, the outline of which was just visible despite the cover no-longer being transparent. He grinned as he observed poor Everett struggling to push his little car free of the muck. Everett's boots just kept slipping and sliding around, like the rear wheels on his car, and the seat of his diaper wiggled and wobbled clumsily underneath the previously transparent cover.
Friendly briefly wagged his bushy tail as he listened to the squelchy sounds coming from Everett's boots, and carefully strode forwards into the mud until he was standing behind Everett, and he reached his paws around the chubby little badger's yellow raincoat in a loose bear-hug.
"Aww, it's okay little buddy. I gotcha."
Everett chuckled softly and resumed trying to push his car, but with all his effort he was just rubbing the seat of his diaper and the thin mud-smeared plastic cover against the front of the fox's pants. Friendly felt the pleasant tingling on his head again as he listened to the soft squeaking noise that Everett's plastic diaper and the cute little cover made as they rubbed against each other, muffled ever so slightly by his sweatpants. This was joined by an ever so slightly pungent, poopy odor. Perhaps it was the mud, or perhaps it was coming from Everett's diaper. Friendly didn't really care, he felt happy as inch-by-inch, he was helping his new little friend to get his car unstuck from this silly, slippery mucky mud.

- The End -