Lady blue awoke to the usual feeling of stiff joints and a clogged mind. As she lay there waiting for herself to wake up she heard the pitter patter of little feet. She assumed it was her grandkits, up and about as usual in the den. With a big stretch, she settled back down, awaiting company that was sure to arrive at speed.

Sure enough, two young foxes barreled into sight. Lady Blue gasped. One was bright pink, the other was sky blue with green and yellow polka dots all over his coat. The duo skidded to a halt in front of their elder and their jaws hit the ground.

"Gr-grandma?" The pink cub asked tentatively.

"What happened to you?" Lady Blue asked. Her mind raced. Was this real or had her eyes somehow failed on her?

"What happened to you?" the polka dot covered kit shot back, "you're like... sick yellow colour."

"I can't be." Lady Blue stated as she glanced down at her forepaws. She did a double take. They were indeed a sickly yellow colour. A few small spots of blue stuck out like specks in the new coat of yellow. The elder fox felt herself become light headed. This should not be happening. How was this happening?

"I- I need some fresh air." The older yellow fox pushed past the two youngsters.

The group rushed outside of the den and ran smack bang into what Blue's nose told her was her family. The most loyal of blue foxes in White Deer Park.

But her eyes.

There was no way her eyes could be right.

Some of her family had extra long tails, while others had longer ears. Most of the group were ugly yellows that hurt the royal blue fox's eyes. Two bore fluorescent rainbows for coats. There was very little trace of the wonderful blue coat of their lineage.

This was a disaster!

The vain old fox unleashed a pained shriek.

"Well, I'm glad you and I can still read each others' minds." Fox commented quietly to his mate. The young tod turned his attention to his family. What on earth could he do to help his poor family?

A rather large mound appeared in the middle of the group near the downed giant heron and what looked like a giant mole, at least five times his usual size appeared.

"Mossy? Is that you?" Hurkle asked as he shoved his way out from under the massive bird.

"Yes. What's going on, why am I so big!?" asked extra large Mossy.

"And I demand to know why I'm so small!" Young weasel cried out indignantly.

Fox struggled to make himself heard over the din as other animals chimed in, each desperate for answers. He sighed, his attention shifted to his young mate. It would seem the elder, Fox has developed an attention span the size of VIxen's tail. The youngster in question was indeed eyeing his lover's small fluffy appendage as it swished from side to side on the grass with agitation.

Fox leapt at his vixen and rolled around in the grass. After a moment's surprise, Vixen accepted his advance and the pair were soon playing, rolling around and tussling like two young pups.

After a few joyful moments, the pair realised something was amiss and paused their playing. Why was it so quiet?

Two heads from the pup ball turned to their family and Toad.

"Hisssfff- Oh. This mouth is usssless."

"Ar-are you alright Toad?" Fox tentatively asked, somehow he was sure he was not about to like the answer.

"It's Adder!"

'What?!' Okay, now Fox could understand maybe why the rest of his family were all standing around in shock. If this was Adder, where was-

"Hissss- Oi, mateys, hiss why does oi feel like I changed bodies with a ruddy serpent!?" The feminine tone of Adder sounded most unusual as the snake slithered into sight. "That's my body, you dirty thief!"

"Mind who you call a thief!" Toad who appeared to really be Adder inside shouted back. "And I don't want your stupid old body!"

"Everyone shut up!" A middle-aged fox who looked like a male version of Whisper cried out. "Please tell me this is a terrible dream. I don't want to be a reynard!"

"Oh no, please tell me you aren't-" Plucky was cut off by the male fox.

"I'm Whisper, yes. Now please tell me this is all a bad dream before-"

"Mother?" Plucky carefully approached his now father in disbelief.

"I'm not now am I?"

"You're better off than me," Plucky replied solemnly as he lent down to nuzzle his parent. "Being an extra large fox has already caused me to require several times the amount of water this morning."

"Let me repeat myself. One. Last. Time." A highly irate young weasel cried out. "What in the world has happened to me?"

Fox offered a quick nuzzle to his young mate then raced up to the annoying young creature. "I don't know. No one knows. But I can tell you one thing, you're even more annoying now that you are small. So please, shut up."

Young Measly shot the young tod a dirty look. He stepped forward as if to offer some sort of reply.

"He's right you know." Vixen was quick to step in and defend her young love.

Plucky sighed as he walked up to his pint-sized father, "do you have any ideas granddad?"

"I'm afraid not son. But I think we should all stick together until such a time as we can get this all figured out."

"Easy for one such as yourself to say," young Owl commented. "I don't see you having a problem with extra life to play with your mate."

"Well yes," Fox admitted. "But I'm still the same fox inside."

"Since you're younger, would you like to become the leader again?" Plucky offered.

The young tod shook his head, "no. I rather think I'll be too distracted to lead you all as you require."

"Okay. Then accept the role," Plucky replied.

Two more foxes emerged from the trees and came to a halt. "Oh no," the brightly sparkling female bemoaned.

"Is that you Charmer?" Vixen asked tentatively.

"Yes."

"And me, Ranger," added the blood red male, previously blue fox at her side. "What is going on...?"

"I've lost count of how many times that question has been asked already," Fox replied with a sigh. "I wish I knew the answer to that."

A truck pulled up to the side of the road near the northern fence of white deer park. Two men in rough all-weather outdoor gear exited the vehicle. One pulled out two bolt-action rifles and passed the secondary gun to his companion.

With a careful check to confirm the coast was indeed clear the leader motioned for his companion to quickly follow him. The duo crossed over the fence and quickly moved through the forest toward one of the known deer grazing grounds, an open stretch of grassland.

One stealthy trip later and the duo found themselves faced with something wilder than the after effects of their drinking games at the local pub.

Many of the deer were bizarre colours. Some appeared to be stretched sideways a bit, had stumpy legs or carried other unnatural deformities. The men could hardly believe their eyes, the heard hardly looked in shape to run should they start shooting. Then something emerged from behind a large stone that took the men's breath away.

The lead stag was almost twice the size of a regular deer and his rack... that rack on top was to die for. Any hunter would struggle to get such a large set of antlers through a double set of doors!

With a grin, the leader levelled his rifle, took careful aim then pressed on the trigger. An earth-shatteringly loud bang rang out across the countryside.

A/N: When I started this story I sorta didn't have much direction beyond causing as much mayhem as possible and seeing where it went. I'm finally starting to get some direction with the story and I hope it will lead to an enjoyable, crazy adventure. If you have any ideas on want could happen then I'm keen to hear them. A few suggestions from RicoRodriguez2018 for a few characters is what triggered the writing of this chapter and the continuation of the story, so you know, feedback is more valuable than it may appear :)