Everyone was frozen.
And not because they were from the ice age!
Stacey blinked twice. "Buck?"
The one eyed weasel stared. His jaw dropped, and so did his knife (from his hand). Arms crossed, a smile on her face, Stacey walked over to him and closed his mouth with her paw. "Close your mouth, Buck. You'll catch flies." she said. Buck's mouth closed, but it opened again.
"How...what...uh...W-What are you doing here?!" he managed to stutter. Stacey smiled and replied, "My...our, sons brought me here, along with their herd."
Buck looked past her to the possums. It was obvious they now knew the wierd truth of their being part weasel, but no one would've known it. Well, not with Eddie picking his nose as if he hadn't a care in the world. Crash, uh... that was obvious. His stare of shock seemed to stare beyond Buck. Buck sighed.
Would they ever be as they were before? Playful little rascals? He didn't know if they'd ever get used to calling him...Dad.
Buck turned to Stacey. "You...told them, didn't you?" Stacey nodded. Buck sighed.
Ohhhh boy...