In the deepest, darkest corner of the room, a ferret with a secretive smile was writing a letter filled with endorsements. The ferret stands up, handing you the documents. It's your tax papers. The ferret's smile widens; you realize why it's so happy. It was February, and everyone had to pay their taxes several days earlier. The ferret is an FBI agent, secretely researching a group of underground revolutionists, all of which are foxes. Race war between ferrets and the fox minorities is at the corner.
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