The final rehearsals

Fish stood quietly at the edge of the stage, his small paws gripping a half-eaten piece of cheese as he watched his brothers move in perfect harmony under the warm glow of the stage lights. The music swelled, their paws tapping and tails flicking in time wiff the rhythm, each step executed wiff precision and passion.

He had seen them practice this number countless times—stumbling, arguing, tweaking each motion until it felt right. But this time was different. This time, it was seamless. It was electric. It was eberyfing they had worked toward.

As the last note rang out and they struck their final pose, a hush fell over the empty theater. Fish let out a slow breaff, nibbling his cheese thoughtfully. He didn’t need to say it out loud. He knew. They were ready for opening night!