Unfortunate Snooze

Greetings, dear peepholes!

We have some rather sad news to share with you, that is that our father fell down the stairs the other night. We were in our closet working away on a painting we were going to use to decorate our room and give it a more kingly look when we heard a terrible crash. Everyone came running to the bottom of the stairs, as it was where the noise had come from, and there was Papa, dazed. He tried to play it off as most people do, but everyone had heard the crash and knew that one could not survive a fall like that and come out unharmed. And we were right, as he ended up with a painfully bruised back and a twisted ankle, even thought he only fell down three stairs. And thanks to all of that we had to put off our latest illustration project (which was illustrating the princeless Tifanie's latest book, My Funny Bone) as our mother needed our help since our father had to rest for the next few days.

The only good that came out of it was that it inspired our next post, which we already have written. That way we won't be in a flurry to get something written at the end of the month.

For anyone wondering about our father, he is doing much better now.

Yours sincerely, and with a very kingly bow,