Vixey did not mind at all staying on the farm until their children were able enough.

The time that passed brought everyone closer together; Vixey grew to love Widow Tweed as mutually as she had with her and their kits. The way she mothered them just the same as when she raised Todd, feeding them, care, and sometimes she would read to the furry little family over a smoky cinder while the parents lay together on the shaggy carpet listening.

Then for a time Todd and Vixey would teach the kits to run and bound all over the farm. This turned into playful chases, which involved a ruckus of chickens and goats to scatter dumbly, but all in good fun.

Other times they would all simply sit on the porch bench and watch the sky light up with little white lights, while a symphony of crickets made the night seem brighter. And Tweed loved Vixey wholeheartedly, for she knew Todd would be in good hands as long as he had her, realizing these feelings took away her mellowness of letting Todd go.

He didn't come from her bones, but he came from her heart, and now he was a man with his vindication at his side. It was time to return him back to the world, back in his hands.

It had been a month and a few weeks later, the very morning everyone was prepared and leaped on to Tweed's car for the long ride home. But not before the kind human took their picture to keep next to her memories of Todd.

The automobile started and went on its way.

"Todd!" someone shouted from down the path.

Todd looked back to see his best friend Copper hollering out to him.

"Take care you little scamp," he hollered playfully. From there he barked valiantly for his friend.

"Likewise to you!" hollered Todd in a cheery manner.

Todd never looked back until he could see him no more; there went his friend who would always be.

The automobile came to a halt just as soon as it reached the forest. To Todd it was more than he expected it to be in springtime, more beautiful and ripe than pictured.

Before Todd leapt off with his kits he shared a last goodbye with Widow Tweed. She embraced him and said.

"You'll always be my little Toddler," she reminded him sentimentally. After she kissed his head she set him off to the world with confidence this time.

And before Vixey left off she kindly licked the widow's cheek, and she hugged Vixey dearly.

"Take wonderful care of him," she gently pleaded her "He's the only son I ever had,"

Vixey gave Tweed her word with a nudge on the side of her face.

With that the family was off to find a home, and the widow watched them go off into the forest, where they belonged.

The furry family set off to find a new home for themselves, only to distract themselves with chases of fun around the meadow of the forest. When unaware to them was a trio of birds watching over them from the trees above them.

"You know," Boomer admitted "Even if savin'im meant givin' up the only chance at a decent meal, I think it was worth it,"

"So did we do good with'im?" Dinkey asked Big Mama.

"Just fine," Big Mama smiled proudly.

Together they continued to watch the family play happily.

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