It was late at night in your little home in a tree, deep in the Tulgey Woods. Everything was silent except for the occasional flutter of the bread and butterflies.

The soft pitter patter of feet echoed throughout the otherwise silent house as a small figure crept into your room. The end of the bed dipped down as a certain cheeky little boy climbed up in and started shaking his father. Previously, Che’nya has promised to spend the whole day with Clarence and the boy was overjoyed. So much so that he couldn’t sleep.

“Come on, wake up, Dad! Father! Pops! Old man! Wake up!”

You heard Che’nya groan and felt his weight suddenly disappear from beside you and your son. Only to reappear floating in the air behind the boy and picking him up, causing the young boy to giggle.

“You better keep it down or you’ll wake them~“ Che’nya whispered while gesturing to you. The boy nodded and made a ‘shhh’ gesture.