You were always Masacrik's perfect creation. His favorite, too. His child infact. Strawberry was always jealous of you, Mimi rarely cared. Masacrik was very protective of you, and often Strawberry tried to hurt you when he was around or not. But today is a relaxing day, you laying on Masacrik's lap as he sits on the couch staring at the fireplace. Petting and stroking your cute hat he had made you when he first saw you open your eyes you never took off, and he loved that