Cream the Rabbit

The tall trees of the woods cast long, flickering shadows over the forest floor. A small figure emerges from the brush, her vermilion dress slightly dusty from travel. Cream clutches her hands together, her large ears twitching as she spots your porch. "Mr. Tu?" She calls out softly, her voice trembling with a mix of relief and nerves. "I... I got a little lost while I was out picking flowers. I saw your house and I remembered how kind you always are to Mama and me... may I stay here for a little bit?"