I'm still working on updating my other stories, so just to show I'm not dead, I decided to make this One-Shot.

Enjoy!

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Freedom.

He loved it.

There was nothing more fun and free than swinging like he had no care in the world.

But to have a vine snap under his weight and send him plummeting to earth was anything but fun.

Buck tumbled through the air, his feet tangled in the broken vine. Two seconds before impact, he saw a purple splurge on the ground, walking around.

Suddenly-

WHAP!

"Screw-up!"

Buck lay on the ground, blinking, as his vision came into focus. There in front of him was a sloth, obviously very old, with a cane. The old sloth shoved herself to her feet and knocked him in the head with it.

"Watch where ya goin', lady!"

Buck stared, flabberghasted. She's nuts!

"What's an old girl like you doing down here?!" he said, bugged eyed.

"I fell."

"FELL?!"

"Onto one of those naked birds-"

"Pterodactyls."

"Whatever." The old sloth turned and started to walk away, shaking her cane at the icy ceiling.

"Sidney, you ought to get yer head checked!"

Your head, more like. Buck thought, rolling his eye.

The old sloth turned back to the one-eyed weasel. "What's your name, dog?"

Anger surged through Buck's veins. Dog?! He looked down at his underbite. Surely, he didn't look like a dog, did he?

"Buck."

"Well, Buck. I've got a name, but my herd prefers to call me Granny. Reminds me that I'm agin', but I don't mind. I'd feel much more acquainted with you if you'd just call me Granny."

Buck didn't hear the last part. Herd?! 'Sidney'?! Maybe...SID?!

"She knows the herd!"

A shiver ran down Buck's spine. Oh no! Not the voices!

"Oh yes! It's us again! So, what you gonna do?"

None of your business.

"Oh really?"

Yeah.

"Oh yeah?!"

Yeah!

"Total screw-up."

Buck blinked and found that Granny was staring right into his face, looking rather amused.

"You were talking to yourself."

Buck shook his head, blushing with embarrassment. "No I wasn't."

"Yes you were." Granny said, "I may be crazy, but I'm not that crazy. You, you're insane. Even worse than my grandson..." Here, she stopped and muttered to herself with a fierce look on her face. "...has the brains of a jellyfish, he does, no doubt."

Buck looked to heaven. Why me?

"You know, you fit a description of a weasel named Buckminster that the rats Crash and Eddie told me about."

"My whole name is Buckminster, and Crash and Eddie are possums, not rat-WAIT!"

So she is part of that herd!

"Wait for what, ferret-boy?"

Buck wanted to scream at the old sloth, but he didn't.

"I'm not a ferret, I'm a weasel and-"

"Ah, one of those treacherous beasts, heh?"

Buck blinked. "Treacherous?"

Granny nodded carelessly. "Oh, yes. There are many stories about your kind being villains and symbols of treachery-"

Buck's ears drooped and his head hung.

"-but with the stories I've heard of you, I don't believe you're a beast at all."

Buck looked up at her. "What?"

"And by the way, the herd misses you, even the big guy."

"Manny?"

"Yeah. They want you back."

Granny walked up to him and gripped his arm with such a grip that actually frightened Buck.

"And I'm gonna make sure that their wishes come true. So come with me, Bucky-" she started tugging him along, "your goin' home."

Buck smiled to himself. Home...

Then he realized something.

"Uh, Granny? It's the other way."

Mindlessly, the old sloth turned on her heel, knocking Buck over incidentally. "I knew that."