Mission4 : Imaginary Friend

This is Fredrick. He's a horrible creature that's always in a foul mood. His breath smells of rancid dishwater and his fur is matted and tangled and wirey like steel wool. He prefers not to speak–communicating only in apathetic grunts–as verbal communication is a sign of familiarity and a basic approval of all things human, which he loathes more than love itself.

Yet everywhere he goes, cheerful songbirds are drawn to perch lightly on his downturned horns, flowers sprout in his wake, and the very bogs he secludes himself to dry up and flourish with springtime splendor.

Poor Fredrick. <3