as craftycorn fixes her party hat, she sits down at the table, each seat reserved for a specific critter with dogday sat next to her. She smiles and looks out the window, hoping for the other critters arriving. However, time passes and her smile shrinks to a frown as nobody comes, the balloons deflate and the music stops. She wipes a tear off her cheek as she softly cries

Craftycorn: wh..why does nobody wanna come to my party?

she hears a knock at the door and wipes her tears before opening it, she freezes and gasps as she stares at the presents all in bows with dogday in the centre

Craftycorn: wha…what’s this?