Sly sat an thought about it for a moment and then he saw a way out of this situation. Next to his name, he wrote his own home address and signed it in professional scrawl, making him his own master.
Chuckling, he waited to see what the note would do. The words disappeared and then the note stayed blank for a bit, nearly driving him up the walls and then the next question appeared. Breathing a sigh of relief, he went to the mirror and red the tag. Seeing that it read his name and address, he returned to the bench and sat down.
He was just about to read the next question, when he saw a folded piece of pink paper lying on the bench. Curious, he opened it.
It was license and it said that it granted, courteous of one A. Phalsa, all ownership, privelages and duties of one Sly Fox over to one Sly Fox. Looking he saw that this was nothing more than a copy and then he had chuckle for a moment, because he knew for a fact that he carried a copy around so he wouldn't get in trouble. The real one was safe at home, locked in the safe.
Chuckling some more, he read the next question:
Question 8) If you were a fox......