Love comes in many, many forms. For Phineas T. Kettletree, Esquire, this was no different. He had known and seen many forms of love in his centuries of existence; he'd seen thousands of faces, heard the thousands of voices that accompanied them, yet for all these people he felt true attachment for only a save few. Of course he cared about people- but caring about someone and loving them was quite different.

He knew he loved Clank, for example. They were so opposite, yet he'd seen Clumsies with their fellow offspring, brothers and sisters, and Bobble knew somewhere in his soul he and Clank were even closer than many of them were. Without the other sparrow man, Bobble couldn't imagine what a lonely life he would lead. After so many years in each other's almost constant company, every sentence, every movement, every breath was in sync with the other half's.

He counted on Clank for everything. Everything. His emotional foundation was rooted in the enormous sparrow man, and he knew for fact the feeling was mutual. Every fault one had, the other covered. Wherever one faltered, the other would smooth over. Provided they weren't bickering or nit-picking like angry squirrels (which was quite often), there was hardly a task the two couldn't succeed in. He knew Clank's voice just as well as he knew his own, and if there was anything, of any size, upsetting him, Clank knew it in seconds, no matter how well he masked it to anyone else. It was exasperating, yet reassuring, to have their relationship be so exhaustive.

As he felt brotherhood with Clank, he realized as well that he loved Fairy Mary, too; more so than one would assume. She was his instructor, his superior, yet they shared an interesting and unique bond not unlike mother and son. She was the one who showed him around Pixie Hollow on the day of his arrival, not Clank. It was she, Fairy Mary, who taught him how water could correct vision, and she who cheered him on when he invented something for the very first time- when he had constructed his goggles, the peculiar likes of which had never been seen before. She even went so far as to give him his very first hug upon their completion, which in itself showed how proud she was.

Fairy Mary cut him a bit more tolerance than she did most of the other workers, though she would never admit to such a thing, and he went out of his way to try and make her job, and therefore her life, easier by doing what he could to lessen her tasks and loosen her schedule. They looked out for one another; made certain the other was healthy and happy. She would scold, he would make excuses. She would glare, he would grin. And so they moved about their lives in quite different fashions, yet to the same ultimate goal in mind.

They would share quiet laughter when they could; muttered comments or remarks only the other could hear which would have them both giggling for the rest of the day. Their bond went far beyond that of the workplace, surpassed even that of a teacher and their prized student, and it went into one much more affectionate, more valued by both persons involved.

If Bobble could or would call anyone in existence "mother", it could never be the child whose laughter gave him life, or Queen Ree in all her kindness and wisdom; but the plump, impatient, overworked pixie whose scolding and muffled amusement gave his life more structure and his purpose more meaning.