It was nap time in the nursery and Twinkle was more than ready to settle down. He was curled up under a blanket Murmur made for Twinkle himself, the entire nursery was quiet, and there was a warm breeze blowing in through the windows, making the curtains flutter every so often. It was the perfect summer afternoon to nap…
That is it was, until the silence was broken by a harsh whisper from one of Twinkle’s littermates.
“Psst, psst….pssssssssssssst, Twinkle, hey, are you a...
