Silver's Story

So at peace, the young Teddy lay curled up in bed, enjoying his snuggle time with his stuffed dragon. He had always loved sleep. When you are only two years old, the big wide world wears on you quite quickly. However, when the morning sun shone through the window, it was time to get up (even though his parents did not always agree with this reasoning).

The boy slowly uncurled himself from his favorite sleeping position, releasing his dragon from his tight grip. However, when he realized he had no clue where he was, he quickly grabbed hold of the beloved stuffed animal again. "Oh my... Well, this is cewtainly new..." He frowned slightly, confused, and rather annoyed by his usual struggle with pronouncing R's.

Silver was also woken up by the sun. However, as soon as he found himself in a strange place, he squeezed his eyes shut and gave a long sigh. Would the stupid authors never get tired of torturing him? Hearing a childish voice from the other side of the room, he propped himself up on one elbow and blinked in that direction, hesitating before venturing to speak. "Hello...."