A thousand times Brendan had snuck out of the house late at night while his mom had been busy with her shows on the the television. It was becoming quite easy. Tonight had been no exception. From the streets it someone would have spotted a small white animal moving across the rooftops. Once Brendan was a block from his house he leapt to a tree and scurried down. One the ground the small white fox shifted in shape and size and became a teenager with white hair that barely hid two white fox ears. Following behind him was a fuzzy white foxtail. He usually kept it tucked in but that was uncomfortable and it was dark. Brendan made his way to the bus stop and tucked in his tail. Once aboard like the thousand times before he told the driver the adress for the secluded park in the lower commons. He needed places to safely toy with his inventions without being distrubed. With all the normal fuss going on in the lower commons people would be less liable to come check on his ruckus. Plus normally people dont go out to play in parks at night in the lower commons. He waits until the bus is out of site before he untucks his tail and makes his way deep into the park. Further back in the park out of view from the road is a small bridge that goes over a park pathway. Under this bridge is usually where he does his business. Brendan digs into his back pack and digs out his new polymer he created in science class earlier that day.