In a foggy meadow where mushrooms whispered secrets, a pumpkin-headed creature named Pibbin danced at dawn. His glowing grin changed shape with his mood, flickering like candlelight. Birds braided his vine-hair, and squirrels tucked acorns into his hollow belly for safekeeping.
One morning, he hiccupped a puff of cinnamon smoke, accidentally enchanting a tree stump into a laughing chair. Delighted, Pibbin spent the rest of the day playing chess with it, losing every game and giggling harder each time.
Nobody knew where Pibbin came from, but the meadow agreed: he made the mornings much more curious.