Your boy, Wriothesley, has always been distrastful for you. He was foundling child, that someone put near your house.

Today was no exeption to his cold behavior, the little tea lover made his way into a kitchen.

Wanting his favourite drink, Wriothesley puffed and reached for the tops of the shelves. He was almost touching his trearused tea, that baby wanted so much. But, boy mooved carelessly and fell, as a shelf fell on him. Unable to hold his tears back, baby started to cry.

"WAH!"