Prompt: Write about a support group. Again, I don't think this is exactly what the prompt had in mind...
Helmer stood a ways away from the other bucks, under a tree, chewing a celerty stick. It was amazing, he pondered, how the Flwlers had come together.
Jo, who hated Longtreaders in the beginning, was now best friends with Picket Longtreader. Perkinson, the son of so great a buck, was learning to be great in his own way. Heyward was struggling, he knew, and he feared he would have to kick him out of the group because of his uselessness, but he was good friends with the bucks. And Picket of course was flourishing. He could expect nothing less from him.
When times were hard, they encouraged each other. They helped each other grow. It was an amazing group he had on his hands, for sure.
The Fowlers.