The cast.

Not all the characters, certainly. But enough of them that you can glean some idea of what's going on.

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The problem with finding your place in the eye of the storm is, you're basically surrounded.. Ozy: Ozymandias J. Llewellyn. Our hero, more or less. Young gray fox child; serene, philosophical and an easy target. His name is from a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley: "My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings. Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair."
Like many philosophers before me, I note that life could use more candy. Millie: Our young heroine, a little red fox girl. She's every bit as smart as her gray counterpart, but far from accepting an imperfect world, she alternately decries it, tries to bend it to her will and relishes in messing it up.
Use fire in moderation, for burned hair stinks something awful. Llewellyn: Ozy's (adoptive) father, a dragon of only one name, a million stories and bottomless advice, much of which involves how not to set the curtains on fire.
What exactly are you planning to do with that large, blunt object? Ms. Mudd: Millie's longsuffering mother. A lawyer and a single parent, she manages sometimes to be a step ahead of her daughter. One might imagine that once upon a time, before the weight of the world and law school slowed her down...ah well.
Look, if dignity were cool, Jimmy Carter would have groupies. Avery: Fairweather school friend of the title pair. Most, if not all, of the raccoon boy's energy is devoted to finding ways to make himself cool, thus propeling him out of the social-status cellar he now occupies. So far, no luck.
I get to be the hat! I call the hat! Timulty: Avery's younger brother. In his mind, the innocent, unspoiled tyke is one of the things preventing him from attaining coolness. William Blake spoke of primary innocence...that's Tim all over.
A living? What kind of old-media fascist talk is THAT? Stephan: Having once imagined himself at the helm of the next massive dotcom, Stephan Aardvarke has had to adjust to the life of a geek in a world where the rest of the world again fails to recognize geek genetic superiority. His own belief in this, however, is undaunted.
You totally should try to be less of a dork, you know. Felicia: Felicia Laine is the "popular" girl, in spite of relatively little evidence that anyone of any importance likes her at all. Maddeningly, she's not always unintelligent, fixation on boy bands notwithstanding. She's every popular girl who ever teased me as a kid—and her species is no accident. If Millie has a nemesis, it's her.
Nerd wedgie! Jeremy: Jeremy Studley, by contrast, seems genuinely dumb, in addition to being mostly mean. Named after a football player from my high school who was mean to me until I helped him with a homework assignment, Jeremy will probably go to college on a football scholarship. He's a rabbit because that seemed funny.
Dear Ms. Mudd: Your daughter is full of it. Ms. Sorkowitz: Just a kangaroo in unstylish glasses who teaches Ozy and Millie's class. I'd say she has admirable patience, considering.
Aggravated assault is part of growing up. Principal Beau Vine: Mr. Vine would just as soon not have to expend any extra energy on protecting kids from roving gangs of bullies. He needs to save his energy for...well, it has to be something important.
On behalf of the American elementary school establishment, ouch. Dr. I. Wahnsinnig: The school psychiatrist. (Yes, "psychiatrist." It's that sort of school.) Perhaps the most sympathetic person on the staff, if you happen to be a freaky outsider kid like all of our protagonists. In anticipation of your questions, she's a ring-tailed lemur and her name is a German word, not an anagram.
So we'll take this opportunity to kick some zen butt! Isolde: Ozy's cousin, and onetime fiance. She has a habit of popping up in odd places, at the center of conspiracies, or anywhere there's an opportunity to cause trouble while sitting around.
ARRR! Say, I don't suppose you'd buy me some rum? I'm underage. Pirate Captain Locke: The fox child captain of the S.S. Banana, which sails the seas of a sort of alternate world that exists on the other side of Llewellyn's couch cushions. Ah, but he is even more than he seems...

Back to the start.

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