Hey. I'm Chris. I'm like 11 and my parents sent me on a train to some remote place called Eastleaf.
And I'm definitely not happy about it.
I stopped looking out the window and saw some cat staring at me.
Wait, a cat? He's about as tall as I am, and he's on his hind legs, and he talked.
They put me on a furry train. What is wrong with them. This has to be a joke.
"So what's your name?" The cat asked, coming over to sit across from me.
"Chris. And you?"
Oh, wow, really?
He asked me like a million questions.
I thought he would never shut up, and he probably wouldn't have if I didn't get off.
"Now arriving in Eastleaf! Eastleaf station!"
'Finally', I thought.
I got off and was greeted by a monkey.
Then, as I exited the station, I saw a whole bunch of animals.
Did my parents really send me to a remote town of anthropomorphic animals? What kind of sick mind would do that? What have I done to deserve that? Did I rip the tag off a mattress? Why are they all around me? Are they