Bartholomew gazed out over the pond as he had done many times previous.
It was just before midnight on the final night of February. He was
thinking about the past twelve months, and they certainly had been
eventful. Some things changed, and some remained the same. But, no
matter what happened, the animal residents of Ballymore would always be
a family — his family.
So, we have completed our year in Ballymore. I hope you enjoyed reading
the Tales as much as I did in creating them. There are more to come.