That's what it was...magic. But it was ALL ABOUT MOM. When you mention Mother to us, we listen.

And we all made a pack before we left that we would get along, no matter what, for her. Quite frankly, it was easy. I don't think we all understood or realized how "grown up" we are. I know one thing, I look at all four of them in a different light now. I didn't want to kill them, not one of them, not even once. We all cried when we had to leave.

Is that a hoot or what?