Fluffy Barricade

The next morning, Leo opened his eyes, completely unable to recall how he had gotten back to his room the night before.

His chubby feet were pressed together, and he was pouting in a chubby way with his hands propping up his cheeks, a little tuft of hair sticking up on his head.

By the bed, Blizzard peeked up its big head, slow as a sloth.

Leo whipped his head around to glare at it with a humph!