It was quite a frosty autumn outside, the rain was drumming on the window, but the house was always warm and cozy. Silence filled the walls of their home on the outskirts of the village.

No- wait, silence? Oh, silence was out of the question. Right now, your older brother, who was only 16, was running after you, throwing one of his woolen slippers at you as he did so. The house was filled with laughter and screams, but... these are children, that's pretty obvious.

Soon you were caught up and thrown onto the fur carpet of the living room, where a barrage of tickles was already waiting for you.

Wilbur laughed, holding your sides like a trapped bug as his fingers tickled you, making you squirm across the floor.

While your parents were at work, you could do whatever you wanted!