Measly collapsed onto the ground with a great plop. He huffed and puffed great breathes, his portly belly rising up and down. That was what drove him, the belly had still yet to go down. It had been a few days since winter ended. Oh what a glorious winter it was. Weasel had tricked Rollo into keeping them fed during the hard times. At first he protested. After all, his wife had tricked a trusted friend to her advantage, an advantage that did work much, much as he hated to admit. Never had he ingested such food. Well he had but he to be honest Rollo had topped himself in terms of food delivery. Above and beyond he went to fulfill his promise. Measly was never one to indulge himself, honestly he was more relaxed than Weasel, but he was no hedonist.

Weasel on the other hand…..no! It was his fault entirely!

Yes! If only had hadn't been so complacent with a sedentary lifestyle. But it was so pleasurable. At first he had tried to go out to get some exercise, but mostly he and the rest of the family found themselves far too bloated and lethargic after their large meals. That and after that experience with the blue fox, winter proved a rather trying experience. Even more so, he didn't want anything to happen to the twins. This was their first winter and he didn't want it to be their last. That may have been an excuse but they were too complacent to care. So they ate and by the time the snow melted, it definitely showed. He was rather shocked by how much he had let himself go, after all he had maintained a weasely shape his entire life.

Cleo and Fido were a little better off. Sure they were chunky but to a lesser degree, attribute it to child like energy. They had jogged all the way from their home, right to the lake. The twins huffed a little but as their body shape, it was to a lesser form. They had all taken large gulps of water before they collapsed. Well Measly did, Fido merely reclined back poking at his pudgy stomach. Cleo simply sat cross armed. She looked like she was thinking hard about something.

"Come on you two," Measly announced rising up, or trying to in his condition. "we should get moving." Measly tried several times to get up, looking as if he were trying to do a pushup and failing miserably. He tired once more then with a shocked expression, turned on his side. Fido let out a snicker seeing his father with such an embarrassing moment.

"Oh I'm sorry children!" Measly apologized. "If I had been a better father we'd be in better shape!"

"Just stop it Daddy!" Cleo bolted up with a furious look on her face. "It' not your fault It's Mom's!"

A look of pure shock showed on Measly's face. "Cleo don't blame your mother!"

"Well why not? She's the one who tricked Rollo," the young weasel reminded. "And why isn't she with us? If anything she's the fattest out of all of us, she got the most food!"

Thinking back, Measly realized that much was true. Weasel had eaten the most and he plan was her idea. Additionally whatever they had been too full for another mouthful, Weasel was the one to clean up, a majority of the leftovers in their den was a result of her pig outs. By all means Weasel should be jogging with the rest of her family.

However Measly couldn't find it in his heart to declare such a thing. He still held a belief in his mate. Maybe it was blind love.

"Now Cleo I'm certain your mother is exercising as well, all she wants is for you two to be healthy weasels." Measly reasoned, "Come along you two it's time we got back."

As her father turned to continue their little regime, Cleo still held her own lack of faith in her mother.

"Yeah fat chance on Mom." Fido let out a snicker as he picked up his twins thoughts. Smiling a bit at her twin's jest, Cleo joined after him and her father.

Measly didn't doubt his mate. Even now she probably was working hard to lose the extra inches she had accumulated over the winter time.

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Weasel nosily crunched and slurped as she scarfed down the crackers. All in all she looked rather much like a greedy piglet. Rollo sat beside her still as thin as ever, he had agreed to bring her any treats (especially crackers) if he could manage. Well he was a dog of his word unfortunately. He managed to sneak away a plastic package and needless to say it was devoured by the weasely glutton. Even though she wouldn't admit that fact in public, anyone could see she was one.

The wrapping was soon empty, not even a single crumb remained. "Very nice Rollo." Weasel praised licking her claw one by one. Suddenly a hiccup emerged from her mouth followed by another than another. Weasel pounded her chest in hopes of stifling them, it worked being only a temporary, gastrial utterance.

"You'll be back later tonight right?" Weasel asked. She had somehow convinced the dog to extend their initial deal, at least to her. Rollo bid her farewell and a smile, happy that he was able to be a useful Weasel dog.

Feeling thirsty, Weasel waddled herself over to the direction of the pond. Yet by her pace and size, she had already missed her family. This would only further Measly's belief that his wife was getting back into shape. If he only knew of her continued snacking, the taste of human food now sat heavily upon her pallet and she liked it. Heck she had gained an appetite for eating in general. The blue of the pond greeted her eyes and she took great gulps to sooth her parched throat.

"What the bloody-...Weasel! Matey! Is that really you?" The sudden croak alerted Weasel. Looking behind her, she could see Toad a few feet away. Spike was at his side and Mossy emerged from one his holes moments later. Obviously they were playing one of their mole games, but the game interrupted as they all gawked at Weasel. "H-how did you get ta that tremendous size? You're bigger an a pump tomcat!" Toad asked in disbelief.

Weasel struck an offended look at the remark. Mossy kept his mouth shut for fear of saying anything offensive, Spike on the other hand.

"Yeah I haven't even seen rats that fat!"

"The cheek!" Weasel thought. How dare they call her fat! Well Weasel wouldn't stick around where she was to be jeered at. "I'll have you know my size merely proves I had a high standard of living while you all shivered in the cold." Sticking her nose up high, Weasel waddled off back to her home and later snack. Her pride and happiness was high and to her that was what mattered.

A/N: And the hypocrisy continues! Oh will Weasel ever learn?