I love to sleep but apparently my roommate doesn’t care about that since he just barged into my room shouting, “ I’ve got a date!” The raccoon was beaming with joy while doing some weird celebration dance. His belly shook with every move he did and it was adorable. Soon after though my room started to shake and I felt like my life was in danger.

I roared, “ stop dancing you fat ass, you’re causing an earthquake.”

The jovial raccoon stopped dancing but still had an annoying grin on his face.
Just to be mean I asked, “ so Albert, whose the lucky guy?” 
The grin soon turned into a smirk and Albert answered, “ well Magnus, for your information I’m going to dinner with the beautiful Beverly.”

“ You mean Beverly, the fox Beverly?”
“ Yup that’s the one.” Said Albert.
“ Well I’m sorry to say this but you’re gonna get played. That vixen uses people. I remember she stood me up for a date too.”
“ Well Beverly’s not like that, maybe she just doesn’t like FAT tigers!”
“ Whoa, well look who's talking."