I don't know Mother. Now we are nearly there, I feel almost sad.
VMrs. Vole
Sad? Huh! I'm looking forward to being a vole again, I don't know about you! But I know what you mean son. And take comfort, for your dreams will never be the dreams of an ordinary vole, never again. Your dreams will be different till the day you die, and so will mine, for I am proud to be a Farthing Wood traveler. And as for that Oath we made, we will keep it amongst ourselves and our children, and our children's children, so that the spirit of the journey will be kept alive forever.
No. You can't do that. Fate made you their leader, you can't let them down. We just have to face it - you're not an ordinary fox and you never will be.
Quick! Take cover! (Mr Fieldmouse and Mr Vole disappear, but Mrs Vole doesn't budge)
Fox
I'm tired and I'm hungry and I'm on my way home when I hear this horrible din! So, I come to investigate and what do I find? You. Now can I give you a word of advice, Weasel. Instead of winding everybody else up, why don't you just wind down?
Oh I see, you think I'm rambling do you? Tch, I don't know why I bothered. Stayed in the warmth, food before me. Well, that'll teach me to think of my so-called friends, didn't even come to meet me.