Gideon: I just try to get by day by day when it comes to how I...used to act...and the impact it left behind. I tired to apologize to every mammal I teased and bullied growin' up, wether it was in person, er' by mail. O'course, that don't mean everyone accepted them apologies, and I do still get some cold stares from those who still harbor them feelin's about me. While I can't blame 'em, it does still sting a might from time to time. What was worse was them folks who were more upset that I was a fox in 'their' town, rather then a bully as a kit. There's still folks like that skulkin' around Bunnyburrow to this day, and while bein' forced to interact with 'em is few in far between, it never really gets any easier. Folks like that er' why my kithood was the way it was. It's par tof the reason I spent them year's lashin' out.
Before Shar came into my life, a lot of that frustration and bein' all uspet over that sorta thing would spill into my bakin' from time to time. A burnt pie here, salt in place o' sugar there, all cause I was too busy dwellin' on the pain to be at top performance. And while that still happened from time to time before our little family formed, I had my Darlin' black forest cake to come along and talk my troubles outta me.
O' course, my kits havin' to deal with well...bein' adopted, and by Gideon Grey no less, the ol' terror of Bunny Burrow, they got more flack that I was ready to handle. Our older boy is real sensitive like I was...but he buries that pain, and he ends up comin' home cryin' rather than givin' some of his bunny bullies a swirly in the middle school bathroom. That kind stuff had me back to messin' up my pies and cakes somethin' fierce. But he has somethin' I didn't have growin' up. Our little lamb is a real spitfire, and she's usually there to stick up fer our son with them bein' near the same grade. Then there's the twins, who are in the same grade so they can can back eachother up even easier. Not only that, but all of 'em have a lovin' family to come home to. A family who while march down to the school and fight fer 'em in person. Who always got their back. I just hope that when they is grown up, they'll....well they'll have been better for it. I mean, I know our little mixed pack ain't perfect...no family is. But I just hope they'll always remember me and their Ma fer bein' right there for 'em.
(Edit; I forgot when writing this, because I wasn't feeling so hot, that the Gideon pack has 4 kits. A fox tod, the oldest, then a younger lamb, and the youngest, a set of bunny twins, one boy and one girl. None of them have names yet, and since I wasn't feeling good I kind of avoided coming up with names on the spot. I'm open to suggestions, but it'll be rectified either way in the future.)
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