Autumn & Snowflake 1: Autumn & Snowflake, #1

By Elijah Lamb

The story of Autumn & Snowflake is set in a universe where all people are an anthropomorphic animal. There are no humans, though the roles of animals closely resemble those of humans in the real world. These animals walk on two legs, wear clothing, go to school, get jobs, live in an economy, and do everything else that humans in the real world would do. Their world is dominated by several different species—namely dogs, skunks, squirrels, kangaroos, and raccoons, among others. In the country of Winsolslatria, there are systems that privilege dogs above other animals by means of specism—the judgment of someone based on their species. 

 

Autumn & Snowflake tells the story of two best friends: Autumn the dog and Snowflake the half-dog / half-skunk. The two met when they were four and remain close their entire lives. Both are sensitive, introspective, kind, and loving boys. This first book follows their years in public high school and all the challenges and joys they experience—from the lowest lows to the highest highs and the simple joys of just being together.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Elijah Lamb
• Release date: Feb 13, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224254439

Elijah Lamb

Elijah Lamb, born in Illinois in 2004, has always been creative. Making up stories from an early age, Elijah has always had a passion for making up characters and creating complex dynamics between them. Besides writing, Elijah creates music, draws characters, and sings.

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Important!

This book is a  story , and nothing more than that.  As much as there may be  similarities to real world issues, this book is in no way an allegory of any real life  events.

I am not a person of color and thus am incapable of providing an accurate account  of what it feels like to live as a person of color in the United States. This book is  nothing more than a story I made up with my own creativity. It is NOT an allegory.  If you want to understand the experiences of real people of color, talk to people of  color. Do not use this book to learn about the experiences of people of color. I can  assure you: It will NOT give you an accurate picture! Read this book to read a  story and talk to a person of color if you want to gain insights into the experiences  of people of color.

Additionally, this book contains fictional characters who are transgender. Again, I  am NOT transgender and therefore cannot provide an accurate picture of what it is  like to be transgender. All accounts of these characters come from my own  imagination and are NOT in any way reflective of the experiences of real  transgender people, nor are they reflective of anything in real life at all. If you want  to understand the experiences of transgender people, put this book down and talk to  real transgender people or seek out the accounts of real transgender people. This  book is entirely fiction!

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Notice: There are no topics in this book that I’ve avoided bringing due to them  being unsuitable for a certain age or potentially triggering for some people. This  book includes references to and discussions about sex, suicide, murder, rape, and  other various mature topics, as well as explicit language. This book is not intended  for children. If you feel the need to put this book down as a measure of self care or  because you don’t feel ready to read about such topics, I’d encourage you to do so.

Notice: There are no topics in this book that I’ve avoided bringing due to them  being unsuitable for a certain age or potentially triggering for some people. This  book includes references to and discussions about sex, suicide, murder, rape, and  other various mature topics, as well as explicit language. This book is not intended  for children. If you feel the need to put this book down as a measure of self care or  because you don’t feel ready to read about such topics, I’d encourage you to do so  .

Chapter 1

Two Holistic Families

A committed and loving mother who planned to soon begin homeschooling her young son, Magnolia found herself again talking with her new friend Blueberry, a fellow committed loving mother who planned on homeschooling her young son. The two had recently met at a weekly attachment parenting group event for mothers of young children.  

How did you decide to homeschool Snowflake? Magnolia asked Blueberry.  

"You know, that’s a loaded question. But I always knew that I wanted to be able to spend time with my son. You know, after all, he is my son! I love him way more than anything else in the world. I couldn’t imagine having to part ways with him that much. And he’s so sensitive, you know— I just can’t imagine how scary it would be for him." Blueberry thoughtfully and slowly responded in her characteristic sensitive tone.  

You know, every single thing you said is exactly how I feel about Autumn! I can’t imagine parting ways with him. I wouldn’t be able to hug ‘im enough! Magnolia laughed endearingly.  

Yes, totally! Blueberry laughed in response.  

Magnolia felt refreshed to have a chance to build a deep relationship with a skunk. In her suburb, almost everywhere you looked you’d see dogs only, Magnolia herself included. Magnolia knew the struggles non-dogs often faced in their country as minorities and was saddened by the fact that in her area, very few nondogs were around.  

You know, Blueberry interjected, I wonder if Autumn and Snowflake would get along. They both seem so sensitive and sweet, I feel they could be best friends.  

That’s a very good point! I wonder if maybe we could meet up some time and bring our boys so they can meet each other. Magnolia replied.  

Perhaps this Saturday? Blueberry suggested.  

Autumn and I should be free that day! Magnolia excitedly replied.  

When Magnolia drove home later that Wednesday afternoon, all she could think about was how happy and excited she was about everything in her life. She finally had a child of her own, and he was perfect in every way for her. She was parenting in an attachment parenting style, which was how she had always wanted to parent her future child. And, on top of that, she had a new friend who also did attachment parenting that she liked a lot.  

Feeling on top of the world, Magnolia set down her keys. Her mother had been babysitting four-year-old son while she was away. Every time she saw her son, she couldn’t believe how adorable he was. That afternoon was no different. Her son had been playing with blocks with his grandma when Magnolia walked in. She was greeted with his heart-melting Mommy! calls.  

Magnolia shared her wonderful joy about the future with her husband, whom she loved dearly. They’d been married for eight years now, which they could hardly believe.  

The following Saturday, Magnolia, holding her four-year-old son Autumn’s paw, showed up to Blueberry and her four year-old son Snowflake’s house.  

The Softpaw household was a peaceful and holistic one. Blueberry, a 30-year-old skunk woman, was married to Honeylocust, a kind and gentle 34-year-old mixed breed dog. They had one son, Snowflake, who was clearly an embodiment of each of his parents even at his young age. He was half-skunk and half-dog with a big bushy tail, dog-like paws, smooth fur with a few stripes, and a sweet and sensitive personality.

Ah, come in! Blueberry welcomed when she saw Magnolia and Autumn standing in front of the glass door. She was excited to see Autumn for the first time.  

Autumn was a mixed breed dog who took after both of his parents, Magnolia and Dandelion. His father, Dandelion, was a mixed-breed dog; half-golden retriever, a tiny bit beagle and corgi, and one quarter fox, meaning Autumn was one eighth fox as well. In their world, foxes were seen as just another type of dog.  

Autumn and Snowflake began to shyly smile when they saw each other. Magnolia slowly walked up to Blueberry and Snowflake while holding Autumn’s paw, softly saying, That’s Snowflake, sweetie. Do you want to say hi?  

Hi... Autumn delicately and shyly said.

Hi... Snowflake replied in the same tone. Magnolia and Blueberry felt their hearts melt at the preciousness of this first interaction.  

Because their sons were so shy, Magnolia and Blueberry had to do the work of initiating some of the interaction between their sons. They could see, though, that their sons really did like each other a lot. They just needed to feel safe enough to break beyond their own shyness.  

Magnolia and Blueberry helped initiate some kiddie board games between their sons. They ate snacks together at the Softpaws’ kitchen table. By the end of the afternoon, they could both see that Autumn and Snowflake were beginning to warm up to each other.  

After Magnolia and Autumn left, Snowflake asked his mother in a delicate voice,

Will Autumn come back, mommy? Blueberry’s heart melted and she giggled a little bit, saying I know they will, sweetie.  

Meanwhile, as Autumn and Magnolia drove off, Autumn asked his mother, Can we come back soon and see Snowflake again, mommy?  

Magnolia felt her heart melt as it was now clear to her that she and Blueberry’s sons liked each other. She replied, Oh yes, honey, I’m sure we will.  

The following Saturday, Magnolia again brought Autumn over to the Softpaws’ house to play with Snowflake, who usually went by ‘Snowy.’ Each time Autumn and Snowy got together, they became more comfortable with each other.

Eventually, Magnolia and Blueberry didn’t even have to initiate any activities between the two, as Autumn would storm off with Snowy to play a game with him the moment Autumn and his mom would walk in the door.  

Magnolia and Blueberry would often engage in deep conversations about motherhood, attachment parenting, and the world in general while their sons played with each other.

After a few months of getting together, Blueberry and Magnolia decided to start their own homeschool coop together at the Softpaws’ house, homeschooling both Snowy and Autumn together and inviting any other homeschooling families to participate.  

Before long, two families who knew Magnolia and Blueberry from the attachment parenting group joined the homeschool coop founded by Magnolia and Blueberry, one of whom were the Foragers. Spruce Forager, the mother of the family, was a squirrel. Her husband, Prairie, was a skunk. The two of them had two twin boys who were each half-squirrel and half-skunk. Their names were Pinecone and Willow.  

Additionally, the Leaper family joined, which consisted of mother Maple, father Orange, and their son Birch, whom people often called Birchy when he was young. All three family members were fully mixed breed dogs.  

One day, a few months after Blueberry and Magnolia started their homeschool coop, the Softpaws and the Roughers finally had a chance to meet up for dinner in full, meaning Dandelion Rougher and Honeylocust Softpaw (the two fathers of the families) finally had a chance to meet.  

Dandelion, the father of Autumn and husband of Magnolia, was an outgoing yet intelligent 35-year-old dog who worked at an insurance company.  

Honeylocust, the father of Snowflake and husband of Blueberry, was a gentle, softspoken, and deep-thinking 34-year-old dog who worked as a social worker.  

The two single-child families met at the Roughers’ house and ate dinner together at the dining room table.  

Dandelion and Honeylocust both shook each others’ paws upon meeting each other. Hey, it’s nice to meet you, man. Dandelion said in an upbeat tone.  

You as well. Thank you so much for having us over. Honeylocust replied in his soft-spoken voice.  

Ahh, it’s our pleasure! Thank you for coming! Dandelion replied in a friendly tone.  

The two families ate homemade tacos with ground turkey and lettuce. Both families were committed to mostly eating only healthy foods, though the Softpaws to a greater extent.  

During dinner, the two families talked about the homeschool coop, how things were going with the Foragers and the Leapers, careers, parenting, interests, and the world in general.  

As the rest of that year passed by, the Roughers and the Softpaws grew closer together, especially between Autumn & Snowy and Magnolia & Blueberry.  

Throughout the next couple years, the Rougher, Softpaw, Forager, and Leaper families continued to homeschool together, all meeting at the Softpaws’ home. Autumn and Snowy remained best buds, but both of them also became close with Pinecone, Willow, and Birchy as well.  

On weekends, Autumn and Snowy would often get together on their own, sometimes meeting up at the Softpaws’ house while other times meeting up at the Roughers’ house. When they were young, their mothers would accompany them to each others’ houses.  

Throughout the years, Autumn, Snowy, Willow & Pinecone, and Birchy would always attend each others’ birthday parties. They were close friends and really grew up together. It was clear, though, that Autumn and Snowy had something special going on between them.  

On the weekends, when Autumn and Snowy got together, the two would often play outside in the warmer months, pushing each other on the swings and playing in the dirt, and would stay inside during the colder months, playing made-up games and making up stories.

One day, when Autumn and Snowy were 7 years old, Autumn tripped on a rock outside and sprained his ankle. He couldn’t get up to be able to walk and alert his mom, so Snowy rushed inside to alert her.

Mrs. Rougher! Mrs. Rougher! Autumn got hurt! He can’t walk! Snowy shouted.  

Magnolia rushed outside and found Autumn lying on the ground in tears. She called Dandelion, who was at work, to let him know what had happened, and brought both Autumn and Snowy to the ER to have Autumn treated.  

A few days later, once Autumn was feeling better and walking around in a cast and on crutches, Magnolia and Autumn gave Snowy a cupcake to thank him for saving Autumn by telling Magnolia. Snowy, being 7 years old, couldn’t help but enjoy a sweet cupcake.  

During homeschool coop at the Softpaws’ house, the five boys would often make up stories together when they weren’t studying. They’d make up stories and act out the parts as if they were making a movie, but none of it they ever filmed.  

One day, the five boys had decided that they were acting out a story of a cave monster, whom all the children were afraid of, that eventually turned out to be a nice cave monster. The group had decided that Pinecone would be the cave monster.  

Ahh, the cave monster is going to get me! Birchy shouted, pretending to be a child from the village in their story.  

Wait! Why do you all always run away from me? I don’t want to hurt you! I just want to be your friend. Pinecone, pretending to be the cave monster, timidly said.  

In the other room, the boys’ mothers could hear their sons playing as they chatted amongst themselves. They always smiled. They knew their boys were something special, not like other 8-year-old boys. These boys were much softer, sweeter, and more sensitive than most other young boys their age. This was a trait the mothers had all observed in their boys, but especially in Autumn and Snowy.  

Autumn and Snowy would sometimes sleep overnight at each others’ houses on special nights, like birthdays. The two would stay up late making up stories that always had a wholesome ending, or would play with stuffed animals together, or would play board games together. The two rarely played competitive games against each other and often preferred to play cooperative games. They were too inseparable to play against each other, even if for just a few minutes.  

Every night before bed, both Autumn and Snowy were reminded by either their mom or dad how much they were loved, before receiving a goodnight hug and kiss from either their mom or dad, depending on who was getting them ready for bed that night.

During schooling activities, Autumn enjoyed reading the most. He found he could almost always become invested in a good story. As for Snowy, he enjoyed almost any activity besides math. Still, both of them had more fun playing rather than doing school work.  

Over the years, Autumn and Snowy slowly grew older and older. As they reached tweenhood at age 11, they would often spend more time alone in their own bedrooms, watching family-friendly videos on BigWorld (a social media app that allowed people from anywhere in the world to post videos or watch other peoples’ videos) or playing online video games. They never lost interest in each other, however, and still loved to get together, though their methods of playing evolved over time.

Not too long later, Autumn celebrated his 13th birthday with all of his close friends. His voice had begun to deepen and the precious heart-melting voice of once-little child Autumn began to fade.  

Happy birthday, Autumn! You are such an amazing friend! Snowy exclaimed.  

Aww, thank you, Snowy! You are such an amazing friend for me as well! Autumn replied.  

I can’t believe I’ll be 13 too in just three more months! Snowy exclaimed.  

While the two remained their sweet, gentle, and sensitive selves, the inevitable rebellious attitude and angst of adolescence was not lost on them. Autumn and Snowy both would sometimes respond to their mothers asking how they’re doing with a tone of voice that screamed I’m rolling my eyes right now.

Not long after his 13th birthday, Snowy began to object to his parents calling him

Snowy, and began to request being referred to by his full name Snowflake. His parents didn’t mind, though it was a poignant moment for them as it was a sign of their adored little boy becoming not so little anymore.  

Autumn and Snowflake were still the sweet and sensitive people they had always been, but they were no longer the adorable little children they used to be. This development was bittersweet for their parents. In one way, their parents were excited to see their sweet children develop into sweet adolescents and eventually sweet adults. But in another way, their parents grieved in private as any parent would for the loss of their huggable little boys. One day, Magnolia was brought to tears as Autumn, now a 13-year-old boy, went out biking with some of his friends by himself. She loved him so much, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the precious child he used to be. Nonetheless, Magnolia never took out her sadness on her son and still reminded him how much she loved him every night before bed, even if now he didn’t always respond with the same affection he used to.  

Blueberry and Honeylocust were both brought to tears together one night.

Snowflake was no longer their little Snowy, and it was clear to both of them. While

Snowflake sat in his bedroom watching videos on BigWorld, unaware of what was going on in the other room, Blueberry and Honeylocust shed tears as all the strong emotions suddenly hit them.  

Even in early adolescence though, the characteristic personalities of Autumn and Snowflake still showed through. One day, while at a big party, Autumn noticed that another kid, 12-year-old Walnut, who was three-quarters dog / one-quarter squirrel, was sitting alone and seemed shy. Autumn walked over to him, asking him about who he was and if he felt left out. Autumn then made it a point to introduce Walnut to all the others and advocate for Walnut to be included. He told Walnut that he was always there if Walnut wanted to talk.  

Snowflake and Autumn, as they grew into early adolescence, began to crave more peer interaction beyond their closest friend circles. Their tiny homeschool coop had been a great suit for them when they were shy and sensitive young boys, but as adolescents, they began to realize they didn’t have as many friends as their peers. Craving more independence as well, Autumn and Snowflake both asked their parents if they could go to public school for high school. While saddened by the effect this would have on how much they’d see their sons, both Autumn and Snowflake’s parents respected their sons’ wishes and began to look into public high school for the two of them.

It was not long before Autumn and Snowflake were both set to attend Maple Heights High School in the fall. The two knew they would see each other a lot, which made both of them happy. At the same time, they were not crushed to know that they wouldn’t be seeing each other every day.  

Chapter 2

A Dark History

Not much more time had passed before the first day of school had arrived. Autumn and Snowflake were both nervous yet excited at the same time.  

Well, I guess I’ll see you after school, mom. now 14-year-old Autumn remarked to his mom after putting on his shoes.  

I guess so. Hey, can I give you a kiss? Magnolia asked.  

Sure, I guess. Autumn replied in a slightly awkward tone. He would have felt embarrassed had anyone else seen it, but with just his mom around, he could handle a parental kiss.  

Autumn didn’t realize it, but that kiss was what allowed Magnolia to get through the day without totally breaking down into endless sobbing. Even so, she couldn’t help but shed some tears as her little Autumn walked to the school bus, got on, and faded off into the distance while looking at his phone.  

As Snowflake was filling his backpack and putting his shoes on, his mom said to him, Well, honey, I hope you have a wonderful first day of school. Will you give me a hug before you leave?  

Uhh, sure. Snowflake replied. He wasn’t much into hugs at age 14 but wasn’t sure how else to respond.  

Blueberry ended up involuntarily hugging Snowflake so tight he felt his paws begin to tingle from blood loss. She didn’t realize how much this would affect her. She didn’t let go until Snowflake asked her after 10 seconds how much longer it would be until she let him go.  

Blueberry laughed a little bit and kissed his forehead as she took her arms off of him. He was now nearly the same height as her. Snowflake, I just want you to know that I love you soooo much. You can’t even imagine how much I love you.  

Mmmhmm, Snowflake awkwardly mumbled. Okay, I’ll see you later. He continued.  

Blueberry watched as her little Snowy walked to the bus by himself, boarded it, and began to look at his phone. She couldn’t help but make a small salty puddle on the floor.  

Shortly thereafter, Autumn and Snowflake both started their days with math class. While they both had to power through it to manage the boredom of their least favorite subject, they knew that this high school experience was what they had been desiring and that the fun parts would come.  

After sitting through three classes, Autumn and Snowflake got on their first lunch period at 11:45. As was inevitable on the first day of school in a public high school, the lunch room echoed with the loud sounds of thousands of high schoolers goofing off and at times being rather rowdy. As highly sensitive people, both Autumn and Snowflake experienced the grading on their nervous systems from the loud sounds, but both managed to tune it out to some extent.  

Autumn ended up sitting with a group of kids he had just gotten out of writing class with. He asked them about themselves and they asked Autumn about himself in return. Autumn ended up bonding with Meadow, a friendly and outgoing halfgolden retriever and half-fox dog boy and Sunshine, a 14-year-old girl who was seven eighths dog and one eighth kangaroo. She didn’t have a pouch but did have bigger feet than most dogs.  

Meanwhile, Snowflake sat with a group of classmates he had just attended chemistry class with. None of them were particularly interested in chemistry but all were taking it as a high school requirement. Snowflake found himself drawn to other skunks or part-skunks but made friends beyond species lines as well. He bonded with Milus, an extroverted, quirky, and silly 14-year-old boy skunk; Wonder, a half-dog/half-skunk friendly and intelligent boy; and Crystal, a social, outgoing, and slightly dramatic 14-year-old dog girl.

When Snowflake opened his lunchbox while surrounded by his new friends, he discovered, to his surprise, that his mom-made sandwich, wrapped in aluminum foil, had a sticky note attached to it. It read, Snowflake, I love you more than you could ever imagine and I am so excited to see the mature young man in you beginning to develop. Hugs! Love, mom. Snowflake’s new friends all shouted Awwwwwwww! when they saw the note in Snowflake’s lunchbox. Snowflake turned red and felt himself blushing but secretly didn’t mind too much the sweet note from his mom.

After lunch, both Autumn and Snowflake headed off to the rest of their classes. Autumn had a reading class (his favorite) and piano lessons. Snowflake had a grammar class and vocal lessons.  

By 3:00 o’ clock, when both Snowflake and Autumn were ready to head home, Autumn decided to text Snowflake. "Hey Snowflake, are u done with classes?

Wanna walk home together?"  

Yea I just got out of voice lessons. Where are u? Snowflake replied.  

Oh I’m just standing by the west entrance

I’ll be there in a min :)  

Their text conversation went.  

Shortly thereafter, Snowflake, wearing his gray backpack, walked up by Autumn.

They hadn’t seen each other all day. Heyy! Autumn exclaimed.  

Hey Autumn! Snowflake replied.  

Hey, how were your classes? Autumn inquired.  

"Not half bad! Math was rough but chemistry and voice lessons were fun. How

‘bout you?" Snowflake asked.  

Not half bad either! Math was rough for me too but I really enjoyed my piano lessons I just came from. I love Mrs. Wisdom and I can’t wait to have her for the rest of the semester. Autumn replied.  

Dude, that’s awesome. I know there’s gonna be rough spots but this is gonna be really fun. Snowflake remarked.  

By now the two were walking along Hillcrest Avenue. It wasn’t long before they needed to turn down different streets, but the two best friends appreciated being able to check in with each other after their first day of school. Entering high school was a lot easier with a best bud to confide in.  

Alright, I gotta turn down this way. Autumn mentioned. I’ll see ya tomorrow maybe?  

Yeah, we should walk home together again tomorrow. See ya, Autumn! Snowflake waved.  

Bye! Autumn shouted now from 10 feet away as he turned around and waved.  

When Autumn arrived home, his mom was waiting at the door for him. She had been thinking about her sweet little Autumn all day as he experienced his first day of high school. Buddy! Welcome home! Can I hug you? She greeted.  

Caught slightly off guard, Autumn awkwardly replied, Oh, uh, sure.  

Magnolia wrapped her arms around her son and Autumn returned the favor, albeit to a much lighter extent.  

How was your first day of school? Magnolia asked Autumn as she let go of him and looked into his eyes.  

Not too bad. I met a couple nice people and I got to walk home with Snowflake. Autumn replied, somewhat unenthusiastically.

I’m so glad to hear it, buddy. Magnolia smiled.  

Mmmhmm. Autumn mumbled.  

Well, I understand if you need some alone time after a long day at school. Maybe we can talk later. Magnolia mentioned accomodatingly.

Sure, that sounds good. I’ve got some homework to do too. Autumn said before climbing up to his bedroom and sitting down for some homework.

Meanwhile, as Snowflake walked up to his front door, he saw his mom sitting on the couch and reading a book. As he was walking up, his mom noticed him and looked up, smiling. He opened the glass door and his mom got up to greet him.  

Welcome home, Snowflake! Blueberry enthusiastically shouted in a higher-thanaverage voice.  

Thanks. Snowflake muttered.  

Can I give you a hug? Blueberry asked, smiling and with her arms ready to embrace him.

Sure, but maybe not for so long this time... Snowflake trailed.

Ahh, don’t worry, I won’t get carried away this time. Blueberry laughed as she gave her son a nice squeeze before letting go. How was your first day of school?

Pretty good. I made a couple new friends. Milus, Wonder, and Crystal. Snowflake counted on his fingers.  

Buddy, I’m so happy for you. Making new friends, stepping into a new social sphere, growing up, maturing. I love you so much. Blueberry said affectionately.

Oh, thanks. Snowflake replied.  

Both Snowflake and his mom were thinking about Blueberry’s note she had left in her son’s lunchbox but neither mentioned it.  

Well, I better go start my homework. Snowflake mentioned after a few seconds of silence.  

Ahh, that sounds like a good idea. Talk to you later? Blueberry smiled.

Sure. Maybe later tonight if you want. Snowflake said.  

Sounds great. Blueberry smiled. She was a little saddened by her son’s lack of enthusiasm to talk with her. She missed her little Snowy. But at the same time, she was excited to see him growing up and maturing and gaining some independence. She knew his lack of interest in talking with his mom was just a phase that every teenager goes through and she still loved him all the same. As she walked into the kitchen after Snowflake had departed to his bedroom, Blueberry felt her eyes watering a little bit and she smiled as the emotions crept up on her again.  

Not long after, Autumn and Snowflake settled into regular weeknight routines.  

The next day, Autumn and Snowflake both awoke to their newfound morning routine. They ate breakfast, loaded their backpacks, and caught the school bus. They didn’t see each other during their first two classes but discovered at 11 o’ clock that they both shared the same history class.

As Autumn was walking into room 209, in which his history class would take place, he looked across the room, only to see Snowflake sitting at a desk waiting for class to start. Snowflake? Autumn questioned.  

Oh. Hi, Autumn. Snowflake laughed a little bit.  

Guess we’re in the same class. Autumn chuckled.  

Snowflake was already sitting next to his new friend Milus who it turned out was also in the same history class. Oh, hey, Autumn, this is Milus. I met him yesterday at lunch. Snowflake motioned towards Milus as Autumn sat down to Snowflake’s right.  

Oh, hi, Milus. Nice to meet you. Autumn politely greeted.  

Autumn and I are friends from before school. Snowflake explained to Milus.  

Oh, cool! Milus replied. Nice to meet you too.

Snowflake sat with Milus to his left and Autumn to his right, ready for Mrs. Corsefur’s class to begin. Mrs. Corsefur was a middle-aged dog who taught national history at Maple Heights High School.  

Just a few minutes later, Mrs. Corsefur walked in. Good morning, students. She said. As you know, we have faced many challenges in our country’s history, yet none don’t play a role in shaping the present we now live in. My goal for this class is to broaden your understanding of the history of the United Peoples’ Republic of Windolslatria as a multi-species nation and how we got to where we are today.

After explaining the founding of the UPRW, the country in which Autumn and Snowflake lived, one student, a half-squirrel/half-dog named Summer raised her paw and asked, When did we start voting for the president?  

"Good question, Summer. I was just about to start explaining that. The first election to take place was the national election of Windolslan year 110. Willow

Klyne ran against Sundance Ravenhunter." Mrs. Corsefur explained.  

I think I would have voted for Klyne. Summer interjected.  

Actually, at that time, you wouldn’t have been able to vote. You would have been told you’re not dog-like enough and therefore would’ve been viewed as incompetent and worth less than a dog. Mrs. Corsefur explained in an un-sugarcoated way to make a point.  

The entire class gasped at the thought of this. While they knew that dogs historically faced less discrimination than other species, they never knew that at one point, their country had blatant laws denying the value or capacity of nondogs.  

Snowflake raised his paw. After being called on, he explained, My mom is a skunk and she has told me that her great grandparents weren’t allowed to vote because of their species.

Yep, that’s how it was at that time. It’s horrible, but that’s how it worked at that time. During this class, I think you all will begin to see how much of the discrimination and inequality that species of diversity face today is rooted in the blatant specism written into our country’s history. Mrs. Corsefur explained.  

Throughout the rest of the class, Mrs. Corsefur continued to lay the foundations for the rest of the semester and explain some of the basics. While Snowflake already knew about a lot of the horror his ancestors on his mom’s side had faced, Autumn, on the other hand, had hardly even heard of his country’s dark specist past. He found himself experiencing some feelings of guilt as a privileged dog himself.  

Throughout the rest of the day, Autumn and Snowflake pondered what they had discussed in their history class.  

At 3 o’ clock, after both Autumn and Snowflake had finished their final classes, Autumn waited for Snowflake at the door. Meanwhile, Snowflake, having just come from art class, saw Autumn and waved. Autumn smiled and waved back.  

Hey Snowflake said as he got closer to Autumn.

Hi! Autumn responded.  

How was the rest of your day? Snowflake asked.  

Not too bad. I’ve been thinking a lot about what we talked about in history class though. What did you think of it? Autumn asked.  

You know, I kind of already knew a lot of what Mrs. Corsefur talked about from what my mom has told me, so much of it wasn’t new to me. But it’s very sad and definitely hits close to home as a half-skunk myself. Snowflake replied.

I just can’t help but feel guilty. Autumn lamented.

It’s not your fault, Autumn. Snowflake said as he sighed a little bit.

I guess. I still feel bad, but thank you for saying that. Autumn replied.  

Soon, Wednesday had passed and so had Thursday morning, before the two saw each other again in history class. Autumn and Snowflake waved to each other and sat next to each other.  

Students, I want to warn you that some of our material in class today will be very heavy. We will be talking about violence. I have told all of your parents and I want you to know that if at any point you feel it is too much for you, you can alert me and I will make accommodations. While this material is disturbing, it is the truth of what took place in this country and it’s important that we face the truth head on so that we are not doomed to repeat it. Mrs. Corsefur explained.  

The students seemed to understand and accept what Mrs. Corsefur had explained.  

I want to introduce you all to something you may or may not have heard about. In the second Windoslan century, do you know what dogs in this country would often do to other species? Mrs. Corsefur asked. Arbor, a squirrel, raised his paw.

Arbor?

Didn’t they kill and eat them? Arbor responded.

Autumn felt his heart drop. There’s no way that’s true. He thought to himself. His paws began to sweat as he anticipated Mrs. Corsefur’s response.  

Yes, that’s right. Mrs. Corsefur replied.  

Why didn’t they just go to jail though? Mapleleaf, a dog, asked.  

Because at that time, it was completely legal and even encouraged for dogs to kill and eat other animals. Dogs were legally viewed as the only species with any value. Dogs viewed all other species as worthless and a threat to a perfect dog’s life of lavish and wealth. This practice was so common that most dogs in our country today, myself included, have ancestors who took part in this practice. Mrs. Corsefur explained.  

Hearing all of this information again, Snowflake’s heart filled with anger and sadness for what his ancestors on his mom’s side had faced at the paws of the dogs hundreds of years ago.

Autumn was in tears and felt as though the world was falling apart. His stomach entered his throat and his heart descended to his gut. The visceral emotions he was feeling transcended his mind and manifested in a sick stirring feeling in his stomach. Not only was he horrified for what those people had to go through, knowing his own ancestors had likely taken part in this, he felt almost as if he had taken part in this.  

For the rest of the class session, Mrs. Corsefur began to explain specific figures of importance in this aspect of the country’s history. She talked about Rendal Oakbark, a famous squirrel from the second Windolslan century who stood up for the rights of species of diversity (non-dogs) and led a protest, only to be arrested by the dog police and instantly murdered and eaten in front of cheering dog citizens. Mrs. Corsefur also talked about Pinecone Hearder, a dog who knew in his gut that persecuting non-dogs was wrong and hid non-dogs in his basement to keep them alive and safe. He helped them escape safely to another country where they would face less persecution.  

Throughout the whole class session, Autumn and Snowflake had vastly different responses to the class material. While Autumn stood blankly into space as he felt his insides being consumed by overwhelming emotions, Snowflake just sat and took it all in. While of course Snowflake was angered and saddened to once again hear about the atrocities that had taken place, he didn’t have a cognitive breakdown like Autumn. Throughout his life, Snowflake had become accustomed to thinking and talking about species issues as a species of diversity who faced discrimination himself and had built up a tolerance to these subjects. Autumn, however, as a privileged dog, had hardly ever had to think about these issues, so now that they were all coming up, he hadn’t built up any tolerance to them.  

When class was over, Autumn didn’t really know what to do. He was so overwhelmed by what he had just experienced that he didn’t feel hungry for lunch even though he knew he should eat. He figured he should probably just try to go on with his day, so he did, to the best of his ability.  

He ran to the restroom but could hardly relax enough to urinate. He stood staring blankly at the toilet for several minutes, unable to release anything from his bladder as everything in his vision almost seemed to warp, constricting and bulging. All he could hear was a voice saying in his head You did this to Snowflake.  

He walked to the lunchroom yet felt like he was going to throw up. He sat down at a table away from anyone else. He didn’t want to sit at the table where he knew he’d find Meadow and Sunshine, lest have to explain everything to them. He tried to take a bite of his mom-made sandwich but felt his uvula reject it immediately. He gagged before managing to force a bite down his throat. After what felt like an hour but was just eight minutes, Autumn gave up on finishing his sandwich after having eaten half of it. He just stared blankly at the floor, thinking You did this to Snowflake. You’re a dog, you monster. You might as well eat Snowflake at this point.  

Most dogs experienced some level of guilt when they learned about the true extent of the struggles other species faced, but Autumn’s reaction was significantly stronger because of his high sensitivity. No doubt amplifying all of his feelings was the fact that his closest friend whom he could not imagine life without was a species of diversity, an animal whom Autumn’s family likely would have blissfully murdered and eaten had he lived a few hundred years earlier.

Simultaneously hungry and ready to throw up, Autumn sat through his grammar class. Mr. Galebrook talked about adjectives, adverbs, prepositional phrases, and conjunctions, but it all bounced right off of Autumn. There was no chance he could bring his mind to think about prepositional phrases when his whole life was suddenly in question. How was he to identify the independent clause when his ancestors had almost certainly murdered squirrels and skunks for fun?

After an hour and a half of adverbs and clauses and punctuation, which Autumn could recite none of, he began to think about walking home. He knew he had walked home with Snowflake the previous few days. He took his phone out of his pocket and looked at his last few texts with Snowflake from the previous day:

Autumn - Wanna walk home together again? I’m by the west doors!

Snowflake - Sure! I’ll be there in 2 mins :)

He tapped on the text box to begin writing a text to Snowflake again, but today, something felt different. When he thought about walking home with Snowflake again, he felt his heart accelerate and his insides begin to churn. With all the guilt he was experiencing, he just couldn’t bring himself to talk to Snowflake. So, in a pit of emptiness, staring at his last few conversations with Snowflake, Autumn turned his phone off, put it back in his pocket, and shed a tear. He knew what he was doing was wrong and that Snowflake was the real victim here. He knew his struggles were pathetic compared to Snowflake’s lifelong struggles of being a skunk in a world built to privilege dogs. But he just couldn’t handle being around Snowflake in the midst of this reckoning with guilt.  

Autumn left through the east exit this time to avoid running into Snowflake. He cringed and felt guilty for doing this. This was the first time in his life he had actively tried to avoid Snowflake.  

Autumn had never felt so distant from Snowflake in his entire life. The two had grown up in the same neighborhood, both highly sensitive boys a few months apart in age who were homeschooled together. But yet Autumn could clearly see now the inequity that had always separated the two of them. The playing field had been unequal all along, and Autumn knew it now.  

As Autumn walked home by himself, Mrs. Corsefur’s words echoed in Autumn’s mind: Most dogs in our country today have ancestors who took part in this practice. As normal as Autumn may have appeared on the outside as he walked home, his mind was in turmoil.

Meanwhile, after finishing art class, Snowflake checked his phone to see if Autumn had texted him. He could tell Autumn had had a hard time in history class but didn’t understand the full extent of the battles Autumn was fighting in his mind. When he saw that Autumn hadn’t texted him, slightly saddened, he walked through the west exit. By chance, he happened to stumble upon his friend Milus, who was also leaving.  

Heya! Milus shouted as the two were both heading towards the door.  

Oh, hi, Milus! How are you? Snowflake asked.  

Chillin.’ How ‘bout you? Milus asked in his loudish voice.  

Not too bad. History class was heavy this morning but I’m moving past it. Snowflake replied.  

Ahh, I see. Are you talkin’ about the killing ceremonies too? Milus asked.  

Yeeaahh, pretty much. Snowflake replied.

Yeah, we talked about that yesterday in my class too. Milus mentioned. Say, how’s Autumn? Don’t you two usually walk home together?

Yeah, we do. He didn’t text me for some reason though so he might just be busy or something. Snowflake replied. Snowflake secretly felt a little bit hurt by Autumn’s lack of acknowledgement but he was trying to give Autumn the benefit of the doubt.  

That evening, Snowflake was able to do most of his homework normally. Autumn, on the other hand, lay on his bed for about thirty minutes, trying to process all of his emotions. Upon arriving home, he had told his mom he was fine after she asked how he was.  

Magnolia could tell that her son was obviously not fine. She worried about him incessantly for about thirty minutes before she could no longer resist walking up to his bedroom and knocking on his door.  

Yeah... Autumn mumbled.  

Magnolia slowly opened the door. She saw Autumn slouched over on his bed, his face practically buried in his crossed legs.  

Sweetie, I can tell something is on your mind. Will you tell me? Magnolia softly said as she walked over to him and gently stroked his back.  

I’m fine. Autumn mumbled.  

Yeah? Magnolia very softly mumbled in an almost whispery voice.  

After a few seconds of silence, Autumn finally said, Okay, yeah, I’m not fine. I’m a stupid savage privileged dog who might as well murder Snowflake. Autumn shook as he spoke.  

Magnolia felt her heart shatter. She immediately knew what Autumn was referring to. She sat down on the bed next to Autumn and softly said, Oh, sweetie. None of that is your fault. What dogs did to other animals was nothing short of atrocious. But none of it is your fault. I know your heart. You have the sweetest, gentlest, most caring heart I’ve ever come across. You know that? Magnolia wrapped her left arm around Autumn’s back. Will you look at me? She softly asked.  

Autumn silently turned his head to look at his mom. She put both of her paws on his shoulders. It’s not your fault. She looked into his eyes.  

Autumn didn’t have much of a physical response, but his mother’s soothing words began to chip away at the beast that was eating Autumn from the inside out.  

The only sound Autumn could make out was Hmmm... as he contemplated what his mom had said.

I love you very much. Magnolia said in a warm, soothing voice.

Autumn continued having a blank expression on his face but his eyes now began to water a little bit. The strong swing of emotions he had been experiencing all came together and he didn’t know how to process it, so tears began to roll down his face.

Can I hug you? Magnolia asked.  

Sure. Autumn replied in a whispery voice.

Magnolia reached over to hug Autumn whilst they both sat on the edge of his bed. She wrapped her arms around him.  

The sense of closeness to his mom comforted Autumn, and he let his mom hug him for quite an extended period. Magnolia continued to silently hug her son until she sensed that he had felt fully comforted.  

After about a minute, Magnolia, with her high sensitivity, sensed an unspoken queue from her son that he was ready to let go. Once she did, after a few seconds, she asked Do you want me to sit with you?

I think I’m good. Autumn replied.

Well, if you need to talk with me or with dad or with anyone else again, I’m just downstairs in the living room. Magnolia said.

Thanks. Autumn mumbled.  

Autumn decided he should probably start working on his homework. He didn’t want to start falling behind in his classes, even if he was experiencing some mental hell. He opened his app for school on his laptop and began looking over his class assignments. He was thankful his history class hadn’t assigned anything this time, meaning he would have a break from thinking about the material from it.

Meanwhile, that same evening, Snowflake continued to wonder why Autumn hadn’t texted him at all. He wondered if maybe he should have texted Autumn instead. Perhaps Autumn just forgot, he thought. He was able to get his mind off of it though once he started working on his class assignments. Stepping into the bathroom, Snowflake’s favorite room for practicing his voice, he began to sing warm-up scales for his voice lesson homework.  

Snowflake spent the rest of the evening watching BigWorld videos after finishing his homework. He showered and called it a night.  

As for Autumn, after finishing his homework, he decided to start reading some of his journals from earlier in his life. Immersing himself in nostalgia for his younger years felt comforting. He wanted to bring himself back to a simpler time in his life. He did find though that thinking about Snowflake brought up some of his anxiety. He hoped this would pass and he would eventually be able to be with Snowflake and not feel extremely guilty.  

Autumn ended up clocking out early, around 9:45, while Snowflake stayed up until his usual bedtime of around 10:30.  

Chapter 3

The Slur

The next morning, the first Friday of the school year, Autumn awoke to his alarm at 7:15. For a moment, he forgot what had happened the previous day, but after a minute or so, he had remembered what he had gone through yesterday. Figuring he ought to start getting ready for school regardless, he began to walk downstairs and make his breakfast.  

As he was pouring cereal into his bowl, he suddenly realized something that felt like an arrow shooting into his heart. Shoot, I’m going to have to explain to Snowflake why I didn’t walk home with him yesterday. But if I tell him the truth, he’ll think I’m pathetic and a traitor for not being able to be around him when he’s the real victim of all of this.

Autumn contemplated this while he ate breakfast. Though to his disappointment, he never came up with a solution.  

Meanwhile, Snowflake arose to his morning alarm and began his morning routine.

His mom was sitting at the kitchen table when he walked in. Good morning, sweet pea. Blueberry smiled. How did you sleep?

Good. Snowflake replied in his deep morning voice.  

Every time Blueberry heard her son speak, she was caught a little off-guard by how deep his voice was. No time was this more apparent than in the early morning, when Snowflake’s voice, just like anyone’s, was deeper. Blueberry missed her little Snowy who practically squeaked, but she didn’t bring it up to him because she knew he was tired of hearing about it.

Soon, the two best friends, who now were separated by a bigger gap than they ever had been before, made their way to school.  

Autumn and Snowflake both sat through their three morning classes. All three allowed Autumn to keep his mind off of his debilitating guilt, at least for the most part. During lunch, Autumn sat with Meadow while Snowflake sat with Wonder and Milus. Today, Autumn wasn’t as nauseous as yesterday and was actually able to eat most of his sandwich.

After Autumn’s piano lessons and Snowflake’s voice lessons, the two of them were both ready to head home.  

Autumn remembered once again, like a sudden stab in his heart, that he still hadn’t figured out how to explain this whole thing to Snowflake, and that he still needed to decide if he could handle being around Snowflake again.

But before Autumn could make a choice, he heard a voice he recognized. Oh, hey, Autumn! Autumn turned around and saw Snowflake smiling at him.  

Autumn suddenly felt put on the spot because he knew Snowflake was going to ask what happened yesterday. Feeling nervous, he tried to pretend everything was alright and just said, Oh, hey Snowflake.

Hey, wanna walk home together? Snowflake asked.  

Before responding, Autumn thought to himself, I knew you were gonna say that. He didn’t know how else to respond, so he just said, Uhh... sure.

We don’t have to if you don’t want to. Snowflake replied in a friendly way, picking up on Autumn’s hesitancy.  

No, it’s fine. We can walk home together. Autumn began to realize that actually talking with Snowflake in person was much less excruciating than he thought it would be. In fact, it was almost as if actually talking with Snowflake reminded him of the comfort he had always felt when talking with Snowflake and his overwhelming guilt actually began to subside. Autumn’s response to Snowflake was becoming more genuine.

You look like something’s on your mind. Want to talk? Snowflake asked.  

Oh, uhh, I don’t know. Autumn hesitated. He didn’t want to hurt Snowflake’s feelings by overdramatizing what he had gone through when he knew Snowflake was the true victim of species injustice. He didn’t want to focus too much on himself when Snowflake was the real victim.  

Let’s at least wait until we’re outside. Autumn said.  

Yeah, I understand. It’s pretty loud in here. Snowflake laughed a little bit.  

Yeah. Autumn smiled and laughed a little bit too.

Once the two were outside, Snowflake asked, Wanna tell me what’s on your mind?  

Umm, I don’t know. I’m worried you wouldn’t want to hear about it. Autumn sheepishly admitted.

Aww, Autumn. I always wanna hear what’s on your mind. Snowflake replied.

Well, it’s about history class yesterday. Autumn quietly said.  

Ahh, okay. Yeah, that was pretty disturbing. Snowflake replied in a somewhat whispery voice.  

Yeah. Autumn replied. Can I just ask you, do you have any feelings or things you want to share with me about that? Autumn asked, trying to make sure he didn’t center himself, the privileged dog.

Well, I guess just that it makes me really angry and upset. My mom has told me that her great-great grandparents were often attacked randomly by dogs and rarely felt safe. It makes me upset because sometimes I, myself, still get suspicious looks from dogs just for walking down the street. It’s like my existence as a skunk is somehow scary or threatening to them. Snowflake explained. I dunno, it just makes me mad. It’s like, how is my existence threatening you?

While Snowflake explained his struggles to Autumn, Autumn noticed the fact that

Snowflake didn’t seem to hold anything against Autumn.  

Snowflake, that’s horrible. I’m so, so, so sorry you have to experience that. Autumn replied.  

Yeah, well, it’s not your fault, Autumn. It’s just really frustrating. Snowflake sighed. "Do you wanna tell me what’s on your mind now?"

Well... Autumn took a deep breath. It’s gonna sound really stupid and please tell me if you want me to stop talking about it, but I feel really, really guilty about what my ancestors did. I feel like I caused all of your struggles because I’m a dog and that it’s all my fault. Autumn began to shed a few tears.  

Aww, Autumn. You can’t put all of that upon yourself. Snowflake replied in an empathetic tone.  

Don’t you hate me because I’m a dog though? I feel like I ruined your life. Autumn panicked.  

Autumn, no! You’re my best friend. I love you! Snowflake exclaimed.  

Really?  

Really.

Well, I love you too, Snowflake. Autumn replied.

You know, I’ve felt some of what you’re feeling too, Autumn. My dad is a dog and his ancestors no doubt persecuted other species too. I’ve certainly felt some responsibility for that even though I’m more of a victim myself than a perpetrator. Snowflake mentioned.  

Hmm, that’s true. Autumn pondered.  

We can’t take personal responsibility for things we didn’t do, Autumn. We need to put in our all to undo the oppression that the dogs created hundreds of years ago, but we can’t feel guilty for things we didn’t do. Snowflake explained.  

Hmm, that’s so true, Snowflake. I want to help undo what my ancestors did. Autumn replied, now feeling much calmer. The fact that Snowflake still gladly embraced Autumn without hard feelings soothed Autumn to no end.  

Well, thank you, Snowflake. If you ever want to tell me about other ways you’ve suffered from specism, please tell me. Autumn replied.  

Yeah, of course, Autumn. And please tell me if you ever need to talk about something that’s on your mind. You’re my best friend for life and I want our friendship to be mutual. Snowflake added.  

Same here, Snowflake. Autumn replied, putting his paw over his chest.  

The two best friends parted ways shortly thereafter and went to their respective homes. They were now close to their first weekend of the school year, only a few homework assignments away.  

Autumn walked in his front door, paused, and took a big deep breath. He felt reconciled with Snowflake and just that was a relief. He set his backpack down on the couch and began to take notebooks and textbooks out that he'd need for his homework.  

Hey buddy, welcome home. Magnolia walked into the living room.  

Oh, hi, mom. Autumn replied.

How was your day at school today?

Much better than yesterday. I still kept thinking about what dogs used to do but I was able to mostly feel normal. Autumn explained.  

I’m so glad, sweetie. You are the sweetest young man I could ever imagine. Magnolia lovingly said.  

I also got a chance to talk with Snowflake. He suffers a lot from specism. He said people give him weird looks sometimes because he’s a skunk. Autumn said.  

That is so sad and horrible. Sadly though, I’m not too surprised. Magnolia lamented.  

It’s so aggravating. Why would anyone look at someone as sweet as Snowflake and be mad at him just because of his species? I don’t get it. Snowflake doesn’t deserve that. Autumn spoke as he continued taking things out of his backpack.  

I agree, sweetie. It’s crazy. Magnolia responded.  

I still almost feel a sense of guilt when I think about that. Even though I’m not doing that to Snowflake, it’s like, those are my kind doing that. Or I’m not doing enough. It’s just... I don’t know... Autumn grieved.  

I know how you feel, buddy. Well, maybe you could ask Snowflake if there’s any way you can help him with those struggles. Magnolia suggested.  

That’s a good idea. I don’t know what I’d do but I can ask him. Autumn replied.

Alright, well, I should probably do my homework.

Okay, well, I love you, sweetie. Magnolia said.  

Meanwhile, Snowflake arrived home after a couple minutes of extra walking after departing from Autumn. He opened the front door of his house and found his mom sitting on the living room couch, reading a book as she often did. Hi, sweet pea. Blueberry smiled.

Still thinking about his interaction with Autumn, Snowflake responded, Oh, hi.

Can I give you a hug? Blueberry asked.  

Sure. Snowflake replied somewhat monotonously.  

Blueberry came over and gave her son a nice short hug. How was school today? She asked him.

Not too bad. I got to hang out with Milus and Wonder at lunch. Oh, and Autumn and I talked on the way home. Apparently this is his first time learning about the specist massacres and he feels really guilty. Snowflake explained.  

Ahh, well, I hope he knows he doesn’t need to feel personally guilty. Blueberry said in her typical soft voice.  

That’s what I told him. He seemed to receive it so I think he understands. Snowflake said.  

That’s good. I wouldn’t want Autumn to put that on himself when he’s such a sweet and caring boy. Blueberry said.  

I feel the same. Snowflake replied.

I think a lot of dogs feel guilty when they learn about what their ancestors did to other species. It’s too bad though. Often dogs will end up being so debilitated by their guilt that they’re not able to take any action to actually help. I’ve seen that happen a lot. Blueberry explained.

"I don’t think Autumn is going to let that happen. He might feel debilitated by