The chaos ensued as soon as Andy had knocked lightly upon Widow Tweed's door. "Andy!" she shrieked, gathering the teen up into a hug that was surprisingly strong for a lady of her age. "Oh thank goodness! You made it here safe! I was starting to worry that you had gotten into some horrible wreck, either that or Amos and those dogs of his had eaten you alive".
Andy chuckled as he stood up and brushed himself off from the embrace, "Why Mrs. Tweed, I heard you and Mr. Slade were well on your way to being back on good terms" he said. The widow sighed, "On our way is the best way to describe it" she muttered, "Oh I don't know, he aint really all that bad these days, but he's still his old self!".
The widow glanced down and at that moment her eyes fell upon little Chipi who had darted behind her master's boots the second the lady had let out her high pitched squeal. The puppy now glanced out at the Widow unsurely. "Oh this must be the little puppy you told me about!" she said. Andy nodded, "Yes mame, this here's little Chipi".
"Aw, come here darling!" the widow cooed as she bent down and scooped up the little puppy. She hugged Chipi gently and began to rock her back and forth. At first, Chipi tensed up as she was lifted off the ground, but as the widow continued rocking her she eased up and snuggled up against the lady. The widow smiled and began to make her way into the cottage with Andy following.
"Now where did I put that old baby bottle" Widow Tweed mused as she began to glanced around the cottage, "Ah! Here it is!". Andy shook his head, just like Amos had said, little Chipi was going to be spoiled rotten here.
"Well, I suppose I'll get my things upstairs to my room" he commented, "and then me and Chipi are gonna head out and try our luck at hunting down some dinner to share with you and Mr. Amos". As he continued, Andy crossed his arms and gave the widow a challenging look, "Now you did what I said? cooked only vegetables? Cause I promise you, me and Chipi are gonna come back with the meat course".
"Yes, yes" the widow replied as she sat in her rocking chair to feed Chipi some milk before Andy kidnapped his own dog again to head out on their hunting expedition, "I've got it all simmering on the stove over there--only vegetables" she assured. Andy nodded, "Good".
"Binx! Get back here!" Vixey called out to the small little fox cub that was now charging across the forest floor. The little fox laughed happily as he continued charging away from his mother at high speeds. Vixey sighed, her other five cubs were back at the den, sleeping soundly, but little Binx insisted on causing his parents as much grief as possible it seemed.
Binx let out another laugh as he leapt up into the air. This joy was short lived, though, as on the fox cub's trip back down to ground, he suddenly crashed into something. "Ah!" all three figured of the scuffle shouted out, but Binx was the one shouting the most; he had just literally run into Scuff, the old badger's grandson, and the porcupine his father knew from the time he had helped him out when Scuff's own grandfather had kicked Tod out of his burrow. It wouldn't have hurt so much if Binx hadn't landed directly on top of the porcupine!
Vixey cringed and then gave a sigh of pity before shaking her head. Scuff stood there not saying anything and the porcupine looked about as guilty as he could get as he looked at the little fox standing there with tiny pins sticking out of him. Binx started to make as close a whimper sound as fox's are capable of. "Oh honey" Vixey sighed.
"Well gosh, son, I'm so sorry!" the porcupine said, "I didn't see you!". Scuff rolled his eyes, "Well I guess it shows the kid to look where he's going, don't it!" he said as he began to make his way past. Binx watched him walk off and shook their heads. Scuff wasn't a mean kid, in fact he was one of Binx and his best friend, a racoon named Midnight's friends. The three young animals were often racing around the forests, but Scuff also wasn't the first one to offer help or be sympathetic.
Binx turned back to his mother and slowly limped over to her. Vixey shook her head yet again as her son approached her, "Oh just what will your father say when he sees you" she wondered aloud. Binx grinned sheepishly and shrugged, "I don't know, think I'll get lecture number 1 or 20?". Vixey sighed, "No telling" she replied as she began to lead her son back of towards their den.