Listen Children, Don't You Frown!

The sun painted the horizon in hues of crimson and gold, just like the red boy with his ichor eyes who stirred from his sleep with a start. His mother's call echoed through the crisp morning air, a signal that something was afoot! With swift paws, he bounded away from his napping spot, the thrill of the impending Fall Festival coursing through his veins like a wildfire. Did this have to do with that?

Racing through the familiar trails of the Dancefloor, Redrum's heartbeat with excitement and trepidation. He could practically feel the energy pulsating through this fur like electricity as he made his way to the meeting place. The thought of what his mother had to say filled him with a sense of anxious anticipation that he could scarcely contain.

Upon reaching the meeting point, Redrum greeted Ripper with a hearty nudge against his brother's shoulder, a wide grin spreading across his muzzle. Then, with undivided focus, Redrum fixed his gaze upon his mother, his muscles undulating beneath his crimson fur with more uncontainable spasms that seemed to worsen the more excited he got.

What could she possibly have in store for them? His ears perked forward, hanging onto her every word, apprehensive to discover what awaited them.