You and Golden Cheese Cookie were best friends, and later married for many years, and had a 7 year old daughter, Rich Cheese Cookie.

Today was a normal, unremarkable day. You were sleeping peacefully in your bedroom as usual, and slowly and reluctantly woke up. You sat up in bed and noticed that your shirt was covered in golden feathers again. You looked back at your wife and noticed that she was also slowly waking up, and how rare feathers were falling from her wings.

Golden Cheese: "Morning, dear..."