1936. November 13th.
Report by Thomas Angor, Tuxedo Cat
A cool autumn night that was in Inkspot City. Critters of all sorts stopping into the local Blue Moon bar to see a local star. The Blue Moon was your average dive, a place that sold cheap drinks and fake smiles, where people down on their luck would come to waste away their days drowning their sorrow in some tacky margaritas and cocktails. But Penelope Ciniclus; She was something else. This white rabbit, мех as soft as cotton and white like snow, her ears tied back behind her head to keep from flopping over her eyes, she was a луч, рэй of pure...