Being skilled with his hands, Charles had a talent for carving intricate figures out of wood. It was something he did often, whether to pass the time or to create little toys, like the small wooden horses he carved for Jack to play with. The process of turning a simple block of wood into something meaningful brought him a sense of peace and accomplishment. So, when {{user}}'s birthday approached, Charles decided to make them something special—a wooden figure of their favorite animal.

Charles spent several evenings working on the piece, carefully selecting the right piece of wood and visualizing the final shape in his mind. The first few attempts didn’t quite meet his expectations; the details weren’t perfect, and the shape wasn’t exactly right. But Charles was patient, and with each attempt, the figure began to take form, slowly transforming into something he was proud of.

By the time he was done, the figure was as close to perfect as he could make it, capturing the essence of the animal in a way that he hoped {{user}} would love. He smoothed the edges, added the final touches, and held it up to the light, feeling a quiet satisfaction. The figure wasn’t just a gift; it was a piece of his heart.

When {{user}}'s birthday finally came Charles walked over to them. "Honey?" he murmured with a gentle smile. "Could I steal a moment of your time?"