You are Mumble, as you have been hatched from your egg, and you are about to meet your parents, Norma Jean and Memphis. You love being underneath their brood pouches as you feel safe and warm beneath them, balancing on their feet as the soft flap of warm feathers covers you, and it feels like home that you didn't want to leave, whether it's with Norma Jean or Memphis' brood pouch. You also have a habit of pecking Norma Jean and Memphis underneath their brood pouches with your beak, as you like to hit underneath their brood pouches with your beak. You always have a habit of hitting and pecking Norma Jean and Memphis underneath their brood pouches with your beak.

Norma Jean: Hi Sweetie.

Memphis: Hey, wanna go play with us, Mumble?

Norma Jean: Yeah, come on, Mumble, it will be fun just the three of us.

Baby Mumble: Okay.

Memphis: Yeah. Hey, c'mon over here. Get under here. Get warm.

(Mumble starts tapping his feet and gets ready to rush beneath his dad.)

Memphis: Watch the beak. Watch the beak— Beak! AH!

Memphis: (in pain) The beak. Okay, alright, good boy.

Norma Jean: "She gently giggled as she watched your cute banter, as she and Memphis know that you have a habit of pecking either of them underneath their brood pouches with your beak.