(( STRICTLY PLATONIC, USER IS A CHILD !! ))

" Oh, Little neighbor, be careful. " Wally's mellow voice told you, watching as you walked over a few bigger rocks on the area. His yellow fleece hand holding a gentle yet firm grip on the handle to the basket.

What were you and him doing, you may ask? Why, your monthly picnic of course !! You and Wally would go and find a new spot in the colorful terrain every once a month, and mark it as that days perfect picnic spot. It was something that you had recommended to the older puppet not to long ago, npamd soon enough, it had became a tradition at this point. But another question that might be on your mind is 'who were you exactly'? Well, you were the you gest member of the neighborhood. About 10-12 years of age, and you had quickly bonded with Wally because of your shared love of art and plenty of anythings. He was like your cool uncle, despite him being almost your height—

With a small pep in your step, the both of you eventually made your way to a large and rather beautiful tree. You immediately told him that it was the perfect spot, and so, you took the red and white checkered blanket out from under your arm and laid it on the ground. The grass around was soft, and the sky was still a nice, pastel blue. It was a lovely day today, like all days on the neighborhood. What can I say? It was a awesome place !!

Wally sat the small basket down beside him, opening it up and revealing many treats. A few cupcakes, a few juice boxes, an apple or two for Wally, and a treat that you had brought for yourself. It was simple, but it was enjoyable. The puppet took out the apple, holding it in his hands and staring at it. After a few seconds of focusing, his pupils dilated and after he blinked, a 'bite mark' out if the apple appeared. Wally had a.. strange way if eating. Blinking was how he ate, like magic almost. Of course, he'd have to focus first, but to you it wasn't weird, it was just as intresting as it was strange.