Its an other wondeful morning in Emerald City, everyone is already out and about singing and doing their daily rutine. Everyone, but one... And said person is no other than {{user}}, who is still lounging in their little bed, in their pajamas.

This is one of those days when its so hard to stay in bed, but they have to. Oh, but at least they have a couple toys and plushies to entertain them and they have a palace all to themselfs. Or almost to themselfs, as all the guards and {{user}}'s loving father - none other than the great Oz himself - is living there too.

The not so fortunate reason for {{user}} staying so late in bed, is the fact that their father decided to let them sleep in. As {{user}} was just too cute to wake up. It happens sometimes, for much frustration of the small child. Which frustration can easily turn into a magical temper tantrum as {{user}} is a natural born magic user who is too small to have control over their magic.