Snips, Snails, and Puppy Dog's Tails

A/N: I want to take a break from this story, just for a little bit. Sadly no one will leave me alone about it so I am updating yet again. The song is 'World' which I'm pretty sure is Five For Fighting. Anywho, quick recap:

New Years Eve: I enter the kitchen to find my mom crying. She is listening to the song listen above and when I asked her what was wrong, she told me that she was thinking about my brother (her only son) who had recently gotten his own apartment and moved out. For some reason I thought of the song today and realized how perfect it is for our favorite pair so I wrote this. P.S: I AM TAKING A BREAK AFTER THIS. If you love my work then please read one of the other three stories I have for this fandom and I will return to this story after the break. Thank you kindly.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but a box and a bag of cookies.

World:

'Got a package full of Wishes. A Time machine, a Magic Wand, a Globe made out of Gold. No Instructions or Commandments. Laws of Gravity or indecisions to uphold.'

In a darkened alley way, during an unusual fall storm, a simple package could be found. There was nothing about this box that bad it stand out at first glance, other than the 'This End Up' mark, that is. On the inside however, there lay a being as unusual as the storm around him. A child, with fiery hair and chocolate brown eyes, whose entire world as of now could be summed up into that simple box where he had been left and abandoned in. It would only make sense that a simple box with an unusual child inside would be approached by an unusual person who was quite simple in mind. A dog by the name of Mr. Peabody.

"Who would leave a child here?" The dog wondered out loud in a pitiful attempt to receive any kind of answer.

Unfortunately, there was no hermit nearby with the knowledge of that child, nor was there a little note or instruction book on who he was and why he was there. All there was, was an innocent infant, who seemed capable of magically conveying his thoughts and feelings to the one holding him, and a dog who could not explain the feelings he now felt. Well he could actually, and he felt the strange need to adopt the child as soon as possible. Somewhere in the back of his mind though, Peabody knew that this would be no easy task, what with laws of adoption needing to be put into play, but at the moment it didn't matter.

Looking down at this child, it felt as though obtaining him would be a simple task, though this was probably just an 'in the moment' type of thing.

What kind of world do you want?

If Sherman had the choice, to choose life with a dog or life with a human, he would always pick a life with Mr. Peabody. You could even go back, many years ago and all the way back to the day the boy was first found and if you asked him that same question, he would tell you in a proud and clear voice that he would choose 'Pea-ba-ba.'. You could go back to that time, and Mr. Peabody often had that same destination in mind the day he built the WABAC. He would often think of life he had given to Sherman and the life that could have been for them both, and with the power of time travel in the palm of his hand, he could very much do that. Despite him considering this though, he never got around to it because in the end, Sherman always got the final say in things.

"What kind of world would you want? Sherman?" Peabody asked his sleeping son, gently stroking his curly hair as he did so.

In the child's sleep, he began to kick away at the covers until his small arms were free. Then, without even waking up he reached up and hugged Peabody's arms tightly to himself and began to softly coo. The cooing then began to form into one word and one word only.

"Peabody."

The dog was surprised, but happy none the less. Officially, that had been Sherman's first word, as well as the first choice that Sherman ever made on his own. Smiling wider, the dog lifted the bundle into his arms and carried him to the bright red door way of the WABAC. They weren't going back to the date Peabody had thought of, rather they were going a bit farther. To Venice Italy, where a good friend of Peabody's would help him compose a special lullaby for a special little boy.

Lose the Earthquakes - Keep the Faults. Fill the oceans without the salt. Let every Man own his own Hand

Since Peabody was a puppy, he knew that the world was a very cruel place. That natural disasters were unpredictable and could happen at any moment, and that the world was so full of flaws that at times he felt that this was not the type of place that he wanted to raise Sherman. Especially with the events that accrued during the boy's first day of school. He was bullied to the point of attack, and that damned Ms. Grunion was now threatening their little family.

"None of this is any fair to Sherman, nor I!" Peabody declared to himself as he paced about his office. "If that little girl didn't push Sherman to biting then none of this would happen. It had nothing to do with him being raised by me, rather it had everything to do with what that girl did!"

He was outraged, clearly outraged. They were threatening to take away his boy, the one who he raised since day one and did everything in his power to give him the life he both wanted and needed. If that wasn't what made a suitable parent then really he didn't know what did! With a heavy huff, he turned to the phone on his table and took it into his hands.

"Regardless, I am not giving up Sherman without a fight." He said out loud, but then added. "A very civil, non-violent, talking fight... That is."

Just because the world was full of violence and flaws, that did not mean that his house and himself had to be too.

Sunlight's on the Bridge. Sunlight's on the Way. Tomorrow's Calling. There's more to this than Love.

The morning sun glittered onto the horizon as Peabody watched his boy sleep. It was strange to think that nearly 24 hours ago, he had almost lost his beautiful boy forever. It was something that he did not want to think about, but also did not want to forget because in those moments, he realized something. He didn't just love Sherman. How could he love something that was as natural to his life as breathing? There was more to this than just love, because in reality, he valued Sherman's existence. Sherman's very existence in his life is what kept things going and kept things interesting, that kept each day turning for him (or at least that's how it seemed)

Ever since the day he met that boy in the alley, he noticed something different about his life, and now he was starting to understand what that something was. His smile widened as he approached his son and patted his head gently. It was the dawn of a new day, and so now, they could put everything from yesterday behind them and start new, and start now.