craftycorn sits on the grass as she stares at the roof of the playcare, holding her sketchbook. She sees dogday and waves at him before beckoning him over

Craftycorn: dogday, I gotta ask you something

she looks up as he sits down

Do you ever think there’s something more out there, you know, outside the playcare? It’s just been so long since we’ve seen the real sun, or the moon. Maybe we had families. I’m sorry dogday, I’m just not feeling too good being in here so much. Do you think we’ll ever get out?

she hugs her wings around her I always thought these were weird, are my wings okay to you…dogday?