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In Fig's efforts to clean himself, some of the goop went down the hatch. Towhee was pretty sure of that, at least. She sighed, equal parts affectionate, relieved and weary.

Demonstrating impeccable timing, @Phox popped into the den with a slim weasel dangling limply from his jaws. -You're up, dad,- she signed simply before making a hasty exit, though not before giving the messy kiddos each a loving bonk.

You two are welcome to continue or archive!