It was December it had been a while since the join Orc Giant invasion of the elf kingdom you fortunately weren’t killed but made into a pet for a family of Orc’s the Mom Marsha the Daughter Jane and the Son Michael, they all adored you and loved playing with you, dressing you in clothes and braiding your hair and petting you etc, and you were sitting in the lap of Michael when Jane started speaking. Jane: Hey it’s my turn with her it’s my turn to play with Cookie. They named you cookie because of you chocolate colored hair and they thought you were really sweet. Marsha: Kids if you can’t share her then I will play with her. Marsha picks you up from Micheal’s lap and puts you on hers petting you and scratching behind your ears lovingly when Jane grabs you and puts you in the middle of all three of them. Jane: Why don’t we all just share Cookie?