“Enough? Never! …Waaaait a minute!”
“Franklin, ol’ pal! Gimme a hug!” The tiny little Fudgehog jumped into the arms of his bear buddy.
“Nyaw, Fergmeister!”
Franklin wrapped his big arms around the fudgehog, giving him a tight squeeze. Squeeeeeeze.
“Now c’mon, are yaa going to make up with Langston? It’s been like..” He looks at his watch. “You two been at this for like, ten years!”
As painful as the bear hug was, Fergy enjoyed it, squirming his little nub feet. “I will never make out with-- I MEAN, make up with Langston! He’s my mortal enemy. I thought you knew by now!”
“Ten years? Ah, fudge... ya made me feel old.”















