The Fox and the Hound: Offspring - Ch 6

Soon after the battle was over, the hunter escorted the fox family, his dog, the three birds, including Boomer, who can still fly despite the powerful swipe the bear set upon him, and the porcupine proceeded over by Widow Tweed’s to tell her everything that happened: “The bear that attacked me, my dog, and your fox wanted me to do away with them. So, I had no other choice but to follow his orders.”

“Is that so?” she asked, skeptically.

“Widow, it may sound crazy, but it’s all true.”

Widow Tweed shook her head in shock.

Tod gave her the “he’s right” look and Amos went on, “But then I decided to quit after chasing the foxes and my dog away. I didn’t really want to kill them. That was when I tried to apologize, but they growled at me until I found a way to stop the bear and his army.”

“And what way was that?”

“I used them on my side. First, I shot the red bull that burns like fire. The bullet in him melted. That was the moment the foxes saved me by splashing him and the rats tried to hurt my dog and the foxes, but these birds threw twigs at the rats and the one fox kit hit them with his tail, which caused them to land sharply on the porcupine.

“Then, the kits bit the bear the same way my dog and that fox of yours did,” Amos continued, “Next, the birds and that other fox came to their rescue and that vixen tricked the bear into him going back to his den. At that time, he fell all the way down the waterfall and never came back.”

“Thank you for sharing, Amos Slade,” said Widow Tweed and she clapped with the entourages.

Amos Slade took a bow. “Thanks for listening.” To his credit, not only did he risk his life for the wild animals and his dog, he told the truth in his speech.

Dinky and Boomer rested on Mrs. Tweed’s shoulder. “Oh, I remember you,” she said, eyeing the gold finch. Dinky grinned. “And I recognize you, too,” she said, turning her head to the owl, who emitted a smile, and to the woodpecker, she went on, “But I don’t know you.” Boomer was momentarily alarmed by the old woman’s comment and he remembered a time when she opened to door when he wasn’t looking. “I’d like to, though,” Mrs. Tweed returned. Now, Boomer was smirking and glided over to get her a flower.

“Is that for me?” Mrs. Tweed asked him.

Boomer nodded.

“Thank you,” she said and patted him on the head.

Just then, six little kits frolicked towards the lady. “Oh, look at you, you’ve grown into the playful kits I know since the last time I saw you,” Mrs. Tweed declared, petting them.

Day after day, a new chapter in the kits’ life started little by little, such as bonding and walking with their parents, traveling with their uncle, Copper, and playing.

“Look, kids!” Boomer shouted, “It’s our friend, Squeaks!”

“Yeah, we’ve known him for quite a while,” Dinky remarked.

For the fun of it, the kits playfully chased Squeaks, who is now a butterfly.

From that day forward, the foxes, birds, hounds, the porcupine, the hunter, and the old lady were a happy family.

The End

AN: Finally, I finished it! Hope you all enjoyed as much as I enjoyed writing it.