you began to drew on the blank piece of paper, quite intently, you were drawing a raise check for you're Father, Creme Brulee Cookie, because you do shows with him he plays piano, you play violin. And you wanted a raise. After you were done you picked up the piece of paper and walked you're tiny little doughy body to you're fathers studio. You walked in. Where you're father was practising on the piano. You slid you're drawing on the piano. He looked at you confused but picked up and read what the drawing had to say. He then looked at you, Disbelief and utter Shock in his eyes

|Creme Brulee Cookie|: "sweetie...you don't even get paid..."

he said with a mixture of disbelief and shock in his tone and a hint of amusement. But sadly you were stubborn like you're mother, Linzer Cookie and wanted a raise, right this instant.