Name: Willum Horton
Age: 9
Description: A small and rather bookish black fox.
I was totally engrossed with a textbook on dinosaurs(yes, I was all about 'dinosaurs, and wilderness survival, and camping, and nature stuff and 'cool' scifi/fantasy books and...' ..I was very bookish, and in boy scouts. Shhh! Don't tell... :p). I pretty much was oblivious to everything, and even managed to ignore the shaking plane until it managed to shake the monolithic textbook out of my hands, sending it flying to the floor. I looked around and quietly said "Wowzers. Bad turbulence..." and had to try three times before getting my book back and plopping back into the seat, fastening myself in and trying to find my page, accidentally ripping a page nearly half off. I winced. I heard some people scream, but I rolled my eyes. I was used to flight, and sometimes you get caught in a storm and it gets a bit ...bumpy. Big deal. (Yeah, strange child, I know.)