(6.) At Home.

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Disclaimer: I don't own An American Tail. I don't own the picture (cover). Or the song.

(qwertuno and SilentReadersMatter)

(Au where Fievel didn't find his parents.)

(Hope you enjoy.)

After years, Fievel was home.

His family hugged, cuddled and coddled the little mouse as he squeezed out the hug. He stared in shock, still registering the changes.

"Mama? Papa? Tanya?"

He didn't know his siblings name. Surviving on the streets only bared news surroundings that area of expertise. Fievel's been by himself.

Now he's got people to live for.

His family brought him close. And he couldn't help hugging them back, needing these moments after so many hardships.

Of being alone.

"We love you, Fievel."

His mama whispered gently. Fievel didn't say a word back, comprehending being here again. He can't say that it'll be a steady ride.

He'd been on the streets. By himself. Now he can start adjusting to the life of a family. He's got Tony and everyone else by his side.

And now he's finally home.

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