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When the sun’s beating down and the moss feels nice and cool, this little creature flops down without asking. Like forest naps are a proper right. If someone bothers him, the grumpy grandpa comes out. He mutters under his breath, gives you a side-eye, and looks like he’s about to give you a lecture. Two seconds later, a laugh slips out anyway.
He wears a brown checked shirt and puffy trousers, with a hope-green heart stitched on like a charm. He’s 32 cm tall with his hat on. One day it got tangled up in some ivy, and ever since he’s worn raffia with tiny leaves caught in it, like memories stuck there on purpose.
- He jingles the bell on his belt to call in good luck, but only when nobody’s watching.
- He argues with the path’s imaginary traffic lights, because they “always turn red”.
- He goes perfectly still to listen to the rain on the leaves, like it’s music.
If you find him half asleep, keep your voice low. He says naps are portals, and he’s just keeping watch so nobody gets lost crossing through.
