Here's an inside look to the past:
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Andrew stood in the entrance of the tunnel, hands on hips.
"What makes you think I'd let you in?"
"P-please...just let me in."
Cold as ice, Andrew stepped aside while the weasel stepped in, nervously cocking his head to look at the other occupants of the room: Andrew's mate Nancy and a few friends of Stacy's.
And all were standing close to a closed door at the end of the tunnel.
The weasel looked up at Andrew. "I-is she okay?"
"I wouldn't tell you even if my life depended on it!"
"Andrew!"
Andrew whirled on Nancy. "He had no right to even be here in the first place! It's his fault my daughter's suffering right now!"
Nancy scowled. "Your daughter?"
Andrew's face twisted into a snarl as he turned and left the tunnel to do an unknown deed.
Nancy rolled her eyes, then fixed them on the young adult weasel before her.
"I'm glad that you aren't like the other men in my daughter's past." she said, " You're the only one who's stayed true to her and haven't abandoned her. Though, to be honest, I wish you were a possum."
The weasel shrugged, blushing. "Well, it isn't my fault your colony and my clan are at war."
Nancy smiled. "You may not be a possum, but you have a heart. But remember, our two groups can't be brought together just with peace talk."
"Maybe not." the weasel grinned, his jaw lopsided, "But there's always another way."
Putting her hand on his shoulder, Nancy looked him in the eyes with a smile. "That's what I like about you, Buckminster. You're always so hopeful and bright."
That's when the door opened and a female possum stood in the doorway.
"It's twins. Males."
Nancy and the other possums could only stare as Buck went into the room. On a small pile of soft grass, Stacy was curled up into a ball, and two tiny bundles with fuzzy pelts were curled into that ball. She smled up at Buck.
"Cute, aren't they?"
Buck smiled. "Yeah..."
Stacy sat up and held the babies close. "What shold we call them?"
Buck picked up one of the babies and looked at him, smiling. "This one's got your snout. Guess that means you name this one." He gave the baby hybrid to Stacy. She looked him over, then smiled.
"Edmond. Eddie for short."
Buck looked at the Eddie's little face rather with a quirky humorous look. "Edmond?"
"After my grandfather."
"Cool. I like it!"
Stacy held the other little hybrid so Buck could see his face. "You name this one."
The words were just out of her mouth when two possum guards barged in and grabbed the weasel by the arms, dragging him away.
Andrew stood to the side, smiling menacingly.
Buck struggled to stay with Stacy, but the guards were too strong. They were now dragging him out the door.
"CRASH!" he yelled to Stacy, "Call him Crash!"
And he was gone...
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