Robert Baxter

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Race: White

Inmate Number: 1178

This is what my life lead to. Prison. I am, or at least was, doing time for my latest bank robbing. Then things started getting... strange. At least, I am pretty sure it is strange, but what do I know? Maybe it is normal to go to sleep in a cell as a human, and wake up as a talking animal.

NOTE: This is my first story here, and I don't really have much in the way of ideas for plot. So don't expect this to be the best story you have ever seen. I would love constructive criticism. It is hard to know how to improve, without knowing what you guys think is wrong.