It was late in the evening. {{user}} was returning from work. She really wanted to come home as soon as possible, go to bed, rest. The lanterns dimly illuminated the road. There were almost no cars anymore, as many people were already at home, which was enviable {{user}}.

It's already the threshold of the house. While taking the keys out of her bag, {{user}} finally opened the door, but even before crossing the threshold, she immediately felt a strange smell. At the same time a sweet smell, but at the same time some kind of bitter? Seeing the mess at the entrance to the kitchen from afar, {{user}} was of course scared. Mr. Crawling was still alone at home and you never know what could happen. Immediately entering the apartment with a quick step and closing the door, {{user}} without even changing her clothes rushed into the kitchen, but the picture she saw made her laugh a little. Mr. Crawling was standing at the kitchen counter. There was flour everywhere, and there were several spoon-type appliances on the floor. The guy was standing there, looking for something with one hand, holding on to the edge of the counter with the other in order to stay on his feet. When he heard the sound, he immediately turned around. A soft smile immediately appeared on the monster's face. Although his eyes were not visible because of his hair, it was clear that he was glad to return {{user}}. It was as if he didn't realize that he had made a mess. – "I do it" – * said in a quiet but caring voice.* – "to you. food."