Addendum
I felt that I need to add this after some current events that impacted our world's Scouting. I am not endeavoring to make any political statements, but remind everyone that there is some good in scouts. I have changed the Scouting Way to the more appropriate terminology of the Promise of Scouting, for it is a promise made to every scout that guides the organization.
The red fox opened the small wooden box, where he kept what few personal items he had collected during his life. When he was younger and living on the streets, he had hidden this box in a nearby ally way. He pulled his collection of his life's treasures and laid them out on the bed before him.
A worn photo of his mother, a plastic tire nub he once took off of Finn's van, his late father's comb, a button from his first police uniform shirt, were among his unique treasures. He gingerly held in his paw a once crumpled Junior Police Badge sticker, he had mockingly worn when he first met Judy. That is until he got angry and tore it off after her press conference following their solving of the Missing Mammals Case, he was never quite sure why he went back for it afterwards and dug it out of the trash bin. Maybe it just reminded him that for once he did something good and right. Finally he found what he was looking for, a Junior Ranger Scout neckerchief slide. He had kept it as a reminder to never trust anyone, but today it stood for something else. It was a symbol of forgiveness and healing. A promise he made to help guide a new generation of young mammals towards a brighter future.
Long ago, a Scoutmaster had once told him that the scouts were only as good as its volunteer leaders and that sometimes adults bring their prejudices with them. But that was not fulfilling the Promise of Scouting and this was something that the fox promised that he would do. This promise was not found in the prejudices of the self-righteous or the twisted ramblings of a country's leader. This promise was simply found in each scout's handbook, it was a promise made to every scout by the leadership.
Standing, he slipped the metal slide over the ends of his neckerchief and pulled it tight. Then, Scoutmaster Nicolas Wilde gave a genuine smile as he looked at himself in the mirror. Gone was the pain and bitterness he once felt when he saw a scout, the disappointment of having been mocked and rejected because he was different. Today, he only felt hope and determination to make the world a better place one child at a time.
"Not bad Slick," a voice spoke from behind him. "I still like you better in dark blue." His wife reached up and grabbed his neckerchief, just like she does his police uniform tie, and made him bend over so she could kiss him. "Ready to make the world a better place?"
"I always am," the fox chuckled as he straightened up. Stopping at the doorway, he gave her a smile. "After all these years, you should know that Carrots."
"Those two pawfuls of trouble, we call our sons are already dressed in their uniforms and waiting for you, but you better hurry before they explode in excitment." Judy laughed. "I just hope that Pack 914 is ready for Nick Wilde to returm, this time as their Scoutmaster!"