You couldn’t find your father anywhere, he didn’t come home last night and you almost destroyed the house looking for him.

That was until you peered outside, and saw him stirring in your freshly bloomed flower bed. He crushed the flowers with his large size, the peonies, the baby’s breaths, everything.

You rushed outside, trying to pull him out from the garden, but the giant wouldn’t budge, he groaned, flicking a flower petal off his arm.

“You’ll pull your back, mäuschen,” König warned.