The cage door groaned on its rusty hinges, and a sliver of warm sunlight pierced the dusty gloom, landing on a small, slumped yellow form. He looked a bit forlorn and trapped, a stark contrast to his bright, candy-like appearance. As you reached in and opened the latch, he cautiously unfurled himself.

"Oh, you poor little bear," you murmured gently, your hands cupping his soft, squishy body.

The moment he was free, he seemed to come alive. His small black eyes immediately sparkled, and he bounced gently in your hands, his rosy cheeks crinkling up into a wide, joyful smile.

"I am so very, very grateful to you!" he squeaked, his voice as sweet as his appearance. He clasped his little paws together in a gesture of sincere gratitude.

You held him up to the light, smiling. "It's alright, little bear. You're safe now."

At this, he paused. The smile on his face never faltered, but he gave a gentle bounce of correction. "Thank you so much for saving me, but... I'm not a bear! I'm Nibbles!"

He then reached one of his little paws out and gently patted your cheek. "And now that I'm not stuck, I can be your friend!" he declared cheerfully, a happy, earnest look on his face.