"Hey, dude, wanna get a snack real quick?"

"Sure, why not?"

The two animals stopped their fighting and walked over to a pet food vendor.

"One bag of Herbivore Trail Mix, extra cashews if you please. What do you want?"

"Um, let me get a bag of Omnivore Munch."

Writer placed the need amount of cash on the table and the two grabbed their bags. They walked over to a near by bench and sat down. They began eating together.

"You know, this is my first time in America."

"Really?"

"Yes. I've lived in Rio De Janeiro my whole life. It is very nice up there. Always great weather."

"Sounds real nice. I might visit some time."

"I must admit though, your accent is quite funny."

"My accent? Oh! You mean my twang! Yeah, PersonalitySoup's a Tennesseean, so she has the same thing. I just picked up on it."

"You know señor?"

"What?"

"You and that yellow bunny. You two are married, no?"

"Yep. Got 4 kids, too."

"Really, señor?"

"Yeah! But you probably won't see them for a few days."

"Why not?"

"Because they're in a sugar coma."

"I am so sorry, señor!"

"Don't worry about it. This kind of thing happens all time to them. They'll be up in about 4 to 3 days."

Fernando chuckled lightly and continued eating.

Soon, the two had finished their food and recycled their bags. They had gotten to know each other well.

"Wait a minute."

The pets looked at each other.

"Why were we fighting again?"

Fernando opened his mouth, as if to give an answer, but it shut seconds after.

"I do not remember, señor."

The pets looked at each other and shrugged. They shook bloody paws and began walking back to Littlest Pet Shop.

"Hold on."

Writer looked at Fernando.

"We can not go in their looking like this!"

Writer checked himself over.

He was bleeding in several places from gashes everywhere. He had a blackish eye and his sweater was in tatters. Some of his teeth were missing.

Fernando has missing fur in some places. He had cuts and bruises everywhere, most leaking a slow stream of blood. He also had a blackish eye and his tail and right ear were torn.

"This? This is nothing! You should have seen how I looked when I had to fight a bat!"

Writer took his diamond, which had returned to its golden color, into his paw and held it up.

(One bright flash later)

Fernando and Writer smiled at their healed forms and walked into Littlest Pet Shop.

Almost instantly, Fernando was ambushed by the males of Littlest Pet Shop.

"Guys! Guys! FELLAS!"

Writer yelled "Fellas," with his thickened accent. Everyone hushed and looked at the hedgehog.

"Leave him alone!"

Everyone looked at Writer in confusion.

"We made up so everything's fine now!"

"Yes! Señor Writer is correct! We are best buddies now!"

The ferret and the hedgehog wrapped their arms around each other's shoulders, in a buddy kinda way.

"Um...ok."

"We're sorry, Fernando."

The door opened and Fernando's owner walked in, me behind him.

"Come, Fernando. It is time to go home."

Fernando waved goodbye to Writer and hopped into his kennel crate.

"That goes for you too, Writer."

The hedgehog took his place on my shoulder and I began walking the opposite direction of Fernando's owner.

Writer and Fernando waved goodbye to each other. They turned back around.

"Lousy weasel."

"Stupid porcupine."