It is a well-known fact that there are no skunks in Europe….or so most people think.
One such family of skunks had been living in France, within the safe confines of the Parc National des Cévennes (around 360 miles from Paris) for the longest time, without any human realizing it. This family in particular was the Le Péw family, so called because of their obvious odor, and the leader was a tall, somewhat muscular skunk by the name of Henrí.
Henrí lived with his wife, Josephine, and his three sons, the youngest of which was named Pepé.
Henrí was also such a romantic who loved Josephine very much, and was very excited when little Pepé finally came of age.
"Pepé, my son…" Henrí spoke on that particular day. "It is time to tell you les faits de la vie…"
"Ze facts of life, papa?" Little Pepé inquired.
"Oui. You are eh smart leetle one, non?" Henrí rubbed the fur on his son's head. "Anyway, when eh man loves eh womahn, eet ees like ze Bastille Day firework as gone off eenside your heart, and eet ees ze most MAGNIFIQUE feeling you will ever know, my son."
"Ohh, papa!" Pepé exclaimed. "Eet sounds wonderful!"
"Ah yes." Henrí replied. "Zat ees exactly how I felt when I met your mozer."
"HENRÍ!" Josephine exclaimed. "SACRÉ BLEU! Why are you teaching our son about love?! You know zey call us "PEW" for eh reason!!"
"Josephine!" Henrí exclaimed. "Mon amour, eet had to happen sometime…he ees old enough, non?"
"Yes but he ees eh SKUNK!" Josephine retorted, slapping her husband. "He will never find ze one and only as long as he lives!!"
Josephine stormed away into the forest, preparing to sleep for the evening.
"Don't listen to your mozer, Pepé…" Henrí replied. "Everyone needs to be loved, even eh skunk."
Pepé took his father's words to heart, and as he grew older, he began to hear of Paris, the city of love. Eventually the time came for him and his brothers to leave their parents, and as such, Pepé began the long 360 mile journey to Paris.
