Whisper was sleeping inside, when she felt her mother push at her to wake up. She huffed, opening her eyes, blinking a few times and shaking her head. “Daaaaad...I want to sleep.” she squeaked, sounding annoyed to be woken from her nice sleep.
Moose moved his brown furred body inside to push at his daughter, waking her up. He heard her huff and watched her shake her head. When she whined at him, he shook his own head. “Dear, it’s the middle of the day...So move your behind and get going.”
(ah, wb...is ralph open for interaction?]