A/N: This is my imagining of what if all the taxidermy in my (shared) room came to life. My room looks like a museum and I got bored... here's the result. If you an animal rights activist, some of the contents may be disturbing. (had to put that in there)

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"Wake up." the familiar voice rumbled.

"No.." I rolled over and covered my face with a pillow. Still he persisted.

"I don't want to do this, but I will." He inhaled deeply. I leaped out of bed.

"No, you really won't." He frowned at my reaction.

"Well at least you're up." He huffed. I yawned and gave him a pat on the head.

"Thanks anyway, Gailou." He nodded his head, the one thing he could actually do, what with him being an enchanted taxidermy goat head. I forgot to mention that, didn't I? I stretched, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. The digital clock by my bed read 8:07.

"Do you have school today? Are you going to be late? Oh, the stress I have to put up with!" Piped up a squeaky voice. I ran a finger down Doug's spine to soothe him.

"No, I don't have school. Just the at home stuff." The little red squirrel sighed in relief and curled up in his spot on the mantle. Under the shelves, the pickled animal heads bobbed in their jars. I knew what they wanted. I moved to the window and drew the blinds open, inviting the morning sunlight to warm the chilly room.

"Morning everybody." I looked around the room, recieving chirps, quacks, barks and other noises from all the creatures residing in their respective places.

I headed upstairs to eat breakfast, remembering how all that started. My sister is a taxidermist and she had filled our room with all manner of animals, all stuffed. When I got lonely, I'd talk to them. One day, they talked back. They told me that I'd somehow enchanted them to come to life.

There's Gailou, the mountain goat over the fireplace, (we live in the family-room-converted-bedroom, so there's a fireplace which is out of comission) Doug the squirrel, three ducks on the walls, pickled animal heads in jars, Gorgeuos the fox, Dixie the coyote, a few small birds, Jimmy the possum, Frank the aligator head and the Leage of Lady Butterflies. (don't ask)

All of them have their own unique personalities.

After two slices of toast, I went to the laundry room to find some clean jeans. When I stepped back into my room, I recieved a chorus of complaints from the birds on the walls.

"Honestly, if you're going to wear that, at least cover it up with a jacket." Quacked quincy, glancing down at me from her lofty perch. I brushed off my shirt.

"But I like this shirt." I said, rooting around in my dresser for some clean socks.

"Nonsense, it's disgusting. Besides, blue is a much better color on you." Quarreled Queenie as she preened her feathers.

"Alright fine, what jacket should I wear?" I asked, tugging on mis-matched black socks.

"That one." Quipped Quentin as he stretched his wings. He pointed a webbed foot at my blue hoodie. I grabbed it off its hanger and pulled it on.

"Better?" I held out my arms.

"Oh yes."

"Definetly"

"Good show." They chorused, flapping their wings. I had to smile at them.

"What would I do without my fashion advisers?" I chuckled.

"What about moi?" I heard a terrible French accent wail. I supressed my smile and turned towads the voice of Gorgeous.

"You've forgotten my morning brushing!" She put a delacate paw to her forehead. "Don't look at me, I'm hideous!" I picked up the soft bristled brush and sat on my bed.

"Come here," I said. She ran across the room in a blur of red.

"Finally!" She curled up on my lap and waved her fluffy tail in my face. "Hurry along now, ma cherie." She purred.

"Oh stop. Everyone knows you're not French." Frank huffed, chattering his teeth.

"Well I never. The nerve!" She looked around the room for sypathy. Although we all knew her accent to be false, it was an unspoken rule that we acted as if we didn't.

"Yeah, shut up Frank!" Jimmy growled. I finished grooming Gorgeous and pushed her off my lap.

"No need to be rude." Gailou rumbled, ever the peacemaker.

"I'll be back, I've got to get my school." I raced upstairs, leaving the creatures to debate amongst themselves.

When I re-entered, carrying three geometry textbooks and a hardcover biology book, Dixie had put my baseball cap on Gailou and was having a good laugh about it.

"Ah, there you are. Now get this off me please." He looked desperate. I giggled as I untagled it from his horns.

"Really Dixie, that was just plain rude. How did you even get up there?" I chided. She waved a dusky colored paw at the ducks.

"Used their perches."

"Without my consent either!" Quacked Queenie, ruffling her feathers.

"Calm down. Dixie, please put this in the hamper, it's got your drool all over it." She trotted out, cap in her mouth.

"Ruffian." Snorted Gorgeous. I petted her ears.

"You're both from the same family, silly." She flicked her plumy tail.

"I am not in the same class as that low-life." I laughed and shooed her off my bed.

"Say what you want. I've got school now."

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A/N: welp, that was random as hell. Hope you enjoyed!