Weasel chuckled as she stumbled about, her balance teetering before she managed to maintain it. Her own paw reached out before it met with the bony leg of Rollo. Weasel giggled again. "Oh Rollo my boy! You certainly know how to treat a lady." Weasel pet his leg, the skinny dog sighed his thanks.

For Weasel much had been the same, still she remained a horrible hypocrite, whilst her family struggled their way back to perfect health, she indulged herself further. She had Rollo to thank for that. Living with a human and knowledge of rubbish bins provided her much food, and of course good drink. To be rather honest, she had grown rather fondness for human drink, Rollo had managed to provide her with some, some so as she wouldn't be completely wasted. If anything she was tipsy at the moment, explaining her high mood. Yet the food held her greater attention. In Weasel's other paw, she held a prize, a small stick of meat. Taking it, she sniffed.

"Good beef." Weasel said before biting into an end. Swallowing, she placed the remaining stick into her mouth. Then she sucked, the flavor dancing on her tongue as the meat stick hung on her mouth. Removing it, she remarked once more only adding, "Very good beef AAHAH!"

The sun had started to set, seeing that Weasel knew it was time to head back home. After all she wouldn't want her family to worry about her. Rollo helping her all the way, Weasel quickly found herself home, with her loving family waiting outside. Well loving probably wouldn't be appropriate a word, expression wise. Measly held a rather nervous look of uncertainty, Fido looked normally if uncaring, Cleo on the other hand looked serious. That wasn't the only thing different, body wise they were very different. Sticking to their exercise regime worked wonders. The twins had lost their pudge, returning to their trim shape. Measly still looked "fluffy" but he had lost a great deal, a little more and he would be thin again.

"What's wrong with you all?" Weasel asked, sensing the ill mood in the air.

Measly wringed his paws together, obviously uncertain about something, that uncertainty vanished as Cleo gave her father a scolding look, as if pressing him on.

"Is that a stick of meat in your mouth Mom?" Fido asked. Momentarily, Fido had spared his father from speaking up.

Weasel flashed a look of pride as she gestured to the food protruding from her mouth. "Why yes it is," She remarked showing that pride. "I think it befits someone of my high stature."

"High stature?" Cleo said in disbelief, one more she pressured her father with a look.

Measly clearly didn't feel comfortable speaking up against his wife. So far it had only worked once, and that was when a hurricane had nearly killed them. However, Measly agreed with his daughter, this needed to be said.

"Weasel, we need to talk." Measly at last spat out, sighing in relief that he gotten it out, now came the hard part.

"Talk about what?" Weasel asked innocently.

She saw her family move in closer, with Rollo behind her, the three weasels had surrounded the plump matriarch. Twitching her whiskers in uncertainty, Weasel asked, "What's going on?"

Measly looked back to his daughter, then to his wife. "Um Weasel, we've all been exercising."

"Indeed you have!" Weasel announce proudly. "I'm very impressed with you all, cept you Measly, you've still got some fat on you twerp."

Cleo crossed her arms angrily. "Yes we've been exercising, you haven't."

Weasel picked up a tone in her daughters voice. "Don't take that voice with me young lady." Weasel scolded.

"But it's the truth!" Cleo stamped her foot. "We've been working our bums off, and you've sat around stuffing your fat face!"

"Cleo weasel!" Weasel fumed, at her daughter's remark. "Measly do something!"

Measly looked on nervously at his wife's request. Normally he would just cave in and do what she said, but something had to be said about his wife's hypocrisy. "She has a point Weasel." Measly gulped.

Weasel widened her eyes and almost dripped her meat stick. Her husband rarely stood up for himself. Something told her to listen to what he had to say.

"To be honest, you have been doing nothing, where the twins and I have been getting back into shape." Measly gazed at his still chubby stomach. "Well I still got some way to go." Measly patted it. "But look at yourself, you can hardly walk straight."

"Yeah Mom you waddle like this." Fido began to mimic the way his mother got around, giggling a bit at him action.

It only furthered his mother's anger.

"That and you work poor Rollo to the bone with your snacking." Cleo added. Rollo looked up wearily as he was mentioned, then dropped his head back down.

Weasel was surprised once more. "Yeah we all know about it!" The young weasel pointed an accusing finger at her mother.

Now Weasel could take no more. Sticking her meat stick in her mouth firmly she crossed her arms with defiance as her defense resumed. "Listen here all of you! Believe it or not I've always been a big eater and for once I have freedom to eat as much as I please!" Weasel struck a look of pride. "Besides I'm better off than those other animals I can tell you that AHAAHAHAHAH!" The laughter echoed through out the trees as many animals groaned at its utterance. Weasel's laughter would always have the same irritating effect.

Whilst her mother laughed up a storm, Cleo found her own emotions starting to darken. She had tried to hold everything in but now it could not stay. "FINE YOU FAT, HYPOCRITICAL PIG!" Weasel stopped laughing as her husband and son stared at her daughter. Weasel was about to reprimand her child for such disrespect, that is until she noticed tears in daughters eyes.

"Cleo." Weasel began.

"But just know I've lost a lot of respect for you!" Cleo turned and stormed off, deep into the park.

"Cleo!" Weasel huffed after her daughter, at a slower pace of course, leaving Measly and Fido alone with Rollo.

The male didn't really know what to make of this spontaneous burst, of teenage emotion. Fido didn't really care much at the moment, he just had a question.

"Hey Dad? How come we never have emotional moments between us?"

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Weasel had a bit of difficulty chasing after her daughter. All she had ever did was waddle lately, this exercise proved tiring on her body. However her search didn't take long, for Cleo was only a short distance away. The young weasel was sitting on a tree root apparently sobbing, or just finishing up. Weasel wasn't angry anymore, in act her mothers worry had increased the moment that Cleo took off.

"Cleo? Honey?" Weasel asked.

Upon her names mention, Cleo turned around, her eyes red and puffy. Yep, she had been crying. Cleo sniffed and rubbed her eyes as she turned away from her mother.

"I'm sorry I yelled Mom." Cleo apologized right off the bat. "But I meant it, well most of it. We've been doing everything and you've done nothing. It just isn't fair."

For the first time since winter, Weasel thought without selfish intentions. She herself had meant that she enjoyed eating and luxury. Yet her family held a higher importance than those combined. Seeing her child upset made her uncomfortable. Rested for a few seconds, Weasel waddled over and put a pudgy arm around Cleo. Taking her meat stick out, she kissed her baby on the cheek.

"I'm sorry too sweetie." Weasel apologized. "Sometimes I get carried away admittedly." Another first, Weasel never admitted her faults. "I suppose I could lug this around, besides you three impressed me with your efforts, even your twerpish father! AAAHAHAH!" Cleo laughed at her mother's jovial voice, but also from happiness. Her mother admitted her mistakes and was no making up for it. The respect she once held toward her parent was now returning. They both embraced in a hug, showing a true love between mother and daughter. They then departed to plan out an exercise plan, that is until Cleo asked a question.

"Why do you still have that in your mouth?" Cleo referred to her mothers meat stick. "I mean shouldn't you eat it."

Weasel removed it before mouthing again, "I think it looks fashionable don't you?"

So the regiment was decided, and Weasel decided she would work hard to lose the weight she had accumulated. Food and pleasure may have been her favorite comforts, she felt like she had too.

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Weasel huffed and puffed as she jogged, her large self swaying to and fro. She definitely wasn't used to this kind of activity. Feeling a stitch in her side, Weasel nearly collapsed.

"Come on Mom! Just two more laps!" Cleo called in a coach like fashion.

Tongue panting, Weasel pleaded to her daughter. "Please…..Cleo *huff* I need some *huff* water!"

Cleo thought for a moment. "Oh alright but afterwards we get right back to work. We still have a long way to go to lose that tummy." Cleo poked her mothers gut with her toe. After enough rest, Cleo coached, "Come on let's move it! To the pond and back!"

Reluctantly, Weasel got to her feet and jogged, clever how her child managed to work exercise even in rest. Behind, Fido and Measly watched with slight amusement. Fido most assuredly, but Measly found a tad sympathetic towards his mate's plight. Although the amusement won out. It felt fitting.

A/N: Sorry this took so long to upload! I think I will finish this before I get back to Genesis. Well just to let you know, there is one more chapter after this and the survival guide ends. Yes Weasel smokes slim jim cigars! Honestly I think if she were human she would smoke cigars, just seems fitting for her. Well I hope I didn't make things too melodramatic. I think Weasel really does love her children. Hence I wanted to show that. Though I did find it odd that Weasel became a mother as in the first 2 seasons she didn't seem like the motherly sort. But I think it' sweet to see her as one.