A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue arrives ont he scene as Green is cutting a random chunk of plastic, pieces of it flying everywhere. Blue is holding both of his eyes closed in order to protect them from impact, while Green is squinting with one eye, peering his work with the other. Blue: What's with the plastic shrapnel? Green: Arts and crafts. I'll clean up later. Blue sits down, looking at Green questioningly. Green - who has stopped clipping - frowns at his craft. Blue: How will you find them if you don't see where they go? Green: From the bottom of my foot. Green resumes clipping as Blue looks at him, stunned. Eventually, he manages to put his thoughts into words. Blue: ...You have feet?

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue arrives ont he scene as Green is cutting a random chunk of plastic, pieces of it flying everywhere. Blue is holding both of his eyes closed in order to protect them from impact, while Green is squinting with one eye, peering his work with the other. Blue: What's with the plastic shrapnel? Green: Arts and crafts. I'll clean up later. Blue sits down, looking at Green questioningly. Green - who has stopped clipping - frowns at his craft. Blue: How will you find them if you don't see where they go? Green: From the bottom of my foot. Green resumes clipping as Blue looks at him, stunned. Eventually, he manages to put his thoughts into words. Blue: ...You have feet?

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue looks at Green over his shoulder as Green looks at a tiny cut on his tail. Green: Oh huh, a tiny cut. Blue: Let me get the wound spray. Green begins to lick the tiny cut, while Blue looks shocked. Green: Nah, it's fine. Blue: Don't lick it!! Blue frowns at Green as Green looks up from the cut. Green: Your own saliva is actually better for your wounds than someone else's. Blue: That doesn't make it good for you! As Blue leaves to get the wound spray, Green calmly continues to lick the wound. Blue: You stop that! I can hear you!

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue looks at Green over his shoulder as Green looks at a tiny cut on his tail. Green: Oh huh, a tiny cut. Blue: Let me get the wound spray. Green begins to lick the tiny cut, while Blue looks shocked. Green: Nah, it's fine. Blue: Don't lick it!! Blue frowns at Green as Green looks up from the cut. Green: Your own saliva is actually better for your wounds than someone else's. Blue: That doesn't make it good for you! As Blue leaves to get the wound spray, Green calmly continues to lick the wound. Blue: You stop that! I can hear you!

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green are laying down, with Blue flopped over Green, who is still awake. Blue is sound asleep. Green: Goodnight. Green looks uncomfortable as Blue begins to radiate heat. Green: Eeeugh. How are you this warm? In vain, Green tries to wiggle himself free, but Blue, laying solidly on top of him, neither moves nor wakes up. Green: Hnnngyäääh! Green gives up, while Blue, still peacefully asleep, only continues to glow hotter. Green: How can you sleep comfortably in a puddle of my sweat?

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green are laying down, with Blue flopped over Green, who is still awake. Blue is sound asleep. Green: Goodnight. Green looks uncomfortable as Blue begins to radiate heat. Green: Eeeugh. How are you this warm? In vain, Green tries to wiggle himself free, but Blue, laying solidly on top of him, neither moves nor wakes up. Green: Hnnngyäääh! Green gives up, while Blue, still peacefully asleep, only continues to glow hotter. Green: How can you sleep comfortably in a puddle of my sweat?

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green are walking somewhere, and Green is in a bad mood. Green: I hate wind. How it pulls and pushes and tugs me. And I hate the cold. A draft straight to my bone marrow! The air's too dry! A bird is singing! An unseen bird sings one clear, beautiful simple note, and Green turns to look up to it in anger. Blue looks at Green calmly. Green: Shut up! Blue: You need a soda. Drinking a beverage with a straw, Green is immediately mollified. Green: I'm sorry for getting on your nerves all day. Blue: I've been fine the whole day.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green are walking somewhere, and Green is in a bad mood. Green: I hate wind. How it pulls and pushes and tugs me. And I hate the cold. A draft straight to my bone marrow! The air's too dry! A bird is singing! An unseen bird sings one clear, beautiful simple note, and Green turns to look up to it in anger. Blue looks at Green calmly. Green: Shut up! Blue: You need a soda. Drinking a beverage with a straw, Green is immediately mollified. Green: I'm sorry for getting on your nerves all day. Blue: I've been fine the whole day.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green jump in fright as a withered, dried-up potted pointsettia approaches them through apparent natural means. Blue: What are you? Potted plant: I am cuetlaxōchitl, ghost of christmas flower past. The foxes listen as the undead houseplant complains. Potted plant: Not a month has passed since I was brought to this house, and already I've been neglected to death! Green: Well, can you come back to haunt us next December, so you'll be more seasonal? The foxes follow with their eyes as the potted plant moves past them, leaving the scene. Potted plant: Fine. But I will return.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green jump in fright as a withered, dried-up potted pointsettia approaches them through apparent natural means. Blue: What are you? Potted plant: I am cuetlaxōchitl, ghost of christmas flower past. The foxes listen as the undead houseplant complains. Potted plant: Not a month has passed since I was brought to this house, and already I've been neglected to death! Green: Well, can you come back to haunt us next December, so you'll be more seasonal? The foxes follow with their eyes as the potted plant moves past them, leaving the scene. Potted plant: Fine. But I will return.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Green arrives at the scene as Blue is twisting himself into unusual positions, turning his head up, down, and upside-down. Green: What are you doing? Blue: I'm realigning my balance crystals. Green: Your what? Blue: One of them has drifted to the wrong part of the labyrinth, and I'm trying to wiggle it back in place. Green: ...What in where? Blue: A calcium crystal in the vestibular labyrinth of the inner ear. Green looks awestruck as he finally comprehends what is happening. Twisting himself onto a loop to turn his head towards Green, Blue looks at him with a confused frown. Green: Ooh, so it's a medical thing. Blue: Wait, what did you think I'm doing?

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Green arrives at the scene as Blue is twisting himself into unusual positions, turning his head up, down, and upside-down. Green: What are you doing? Blue: I'm realigning my balance crystals. Green: Your what? Blue: One of them has drifted to the wrong part of the labyrinth, and I'm trying to wiggle it back in place. Green: ...What in where? Blue: A calcium crystal in the vestibular labyrinth of the inner ear. Green looks awestruck as he finally comprehends what is happening. Twisting himself onto a loop to turn his head towards Green, Blue looks at him with a confused frown. Green: Ooh, so it's a medical thing. Blue: Wait, what did you think I'm doing?

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, the first panel shows little baby Green, sitting alone in an empty void, looking disappointed but not surprised. Green, narrating: When I was little, life was bad. I thought it would be bad forever. Next, adult Green is floating through an empty void, not attached to anything. Green, continuing to narrate: But that passed, and I learned that nothing is forever. Everything is only temporary. Blue, appearing out of nowhere, grabs Green by the tail, gently holding on to stop him from drifting away. Green, still narrating: And then you were there. For good. The foxes settle down to play some kind of a board game. It's unclear which one of them is winning. Green, narrating: You make me want to believe in "forever".