Firetruck never thought of what they couldn't do. It wasn't that they were capable of everything, but they rarely attempted anything that they were incapable of. Find someone who was lost? Easy, and frequently without even looking. Become lost so someone else could look for them? Sure, always happy to help. Grow something in a garden? They hadn't seen anything they'd planted die yet, even though  So it was with good ...

"I, Copcar, will lead you to your friend." They weren't entirely sure how they'd gotten here - they'd found Joshua, lost and alone and almost frantic, slowly walking through the caverns. They'd watched a moment, in case she was able to make her way to wherever she was heading without help, but it felt like she was pacing, walking towards where the red stood and then tripping back to the warming door. It didn't feel like she was enjoying herself, and Firetruck ...

It had been - mostly - an accident that Copcar found himself on an adventure with others. He had seen that Firetruck was saving someone else, a pretty girl who wasn't him, and that was fine because he was strong and independent and preffered to save himself, but then she went off to go and rescue someone else with someone else and Firetruck got confused. And that was mean! No one was supposed to make Firetruck feel bad except Copcar. No one. He also didn't want an...

If Copcar's parents had received report cards on him, the sentence "plays well with others" would never have been seen. Perhaps "pressures the children to play his games", phrased politically as "has great leadership skills", but he'd always had a hard time realizing that he was making friends. He had never been mean, not really, but he just always saw others as "others", and nothing really tied to him. Even now, he interacted only rarely with others, possibly nodding at his neighbors ...

Once upon a time, when Copcar was a little bit younger than today, they were rescued by a handsome red courser. Tall, beefy, strong, with red hair and the very bluest of eyes. They were gorgeous, and Copcar swore he'd never let it happen again. That handsome rescuer would never know that Copcar briefly though that they were cool, and handsome, and just so incredibly capable. Truly, how could ANYONE be so good at everything (author's note : Firetruck is not good a...

Copcar was always prepared. And, if he wasn't, it wasn't meant to be, anyhow. If he didn't have what he needed in the moment, then it wasn't anything he actually needed. Like, for instance, now. Copcar usually brought in some vegetables or leftovers when he went into the caves, but he'd heard that Firetruck had already gone in ("heard" because he saw it with his own eyes, and his eyes told his ears which told his brain) today, so he'd left his house entirely too fas...

Firetruck had found her, saved her, rescued her. She'd been so close to making to back to her garden, her happy little lettuce and carrots and beets. The orchard she wanted to start, her happy - if lonesome - little home. She had almost made it home... and then she met Phoebe. Phoebe, who was muttering about a bay mare looking confused and entirely in the way. She - Phoebe - didn't seem particularly mean about it, but it rather did feel like she wasn't sure she approved of people g...

Copcar was, once again, in the caverns. He didn't mind them at all, but he wasn't sure they were his favorite place. He wasn't sure he had a favorite place, but he knew that he kept meeting Firetruck here, and that was, well. He didn't want that. Really, he didn't. It was the only time they'd ever seen each other, when Copcar had been PERFECTLY CAPABLE of finding his own way out but had, instead, been "rescued" by Firetruck. He knew that Firetruck must not see him as a worthw...