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Michael was sat in the garden. The only other person on the grounds of the Crow family house was his dearest Granpa, Schlatt. No-one knew why the small zombie-piglin loved the  ram so much, he just did. Schlatt was sat on a swinging bench that hid under some of the large spruce trees, basking in the shade that they enveloped him in. Next to the bench was a simple wooden table, a mug of coffee and a sippy cup filled with apple juice; the ram picking up the mug and taking a sip every now and then before putting it back down. The small piglin stood up and waddled toward the fountain stood in the centre of the cottagecore, yet dark academia style garden, hopping into the fountain and splashing around, squealing in joy at the cool water that surrounded him. Schlatt smiled gently at the sight before him before standing up, rolling up his trouser legs and shirt sleeves and walking toward the fountain, joining in and splashing his grandson, getting splashed back by the small boy. They played like this for ten or so minutes before Michael felt himself get picked up, grinning and giggling as he pressed his snout into his grandpas forehead, patting his now damp yet still rather fluffy hair. "Grampa Schlatt is alive! I LUFF GRAMPA SCHLATT!" He cheered as Schlatt walked back to the swinging bench with his grandson, when the ram sat down with the sweet little piglin in his lap, his grandpa passing him his little sippy cup the young boy drank almost all of it before scurrying of the rams lap, running toward the almost field-like flower bed.

The ram smiled as the kid ran, shaking his head slightly before grabbing the mug of coffee, finishing the beverage that had been held in the beautiful porcelain. Michael stood in the centre of the "field" of flowers. He grabbed all the flowers that reminded him of his favourite grandfather: lavender, blue orchids and white tulips; the lavender reminded him of how peaceful his grandpa could be, how nice and calming he was, the blue orchids reminded him of the jumpers and hoodies the ram would sometimes wear, and the white tulips? Michael knew that, before his grandpa died and had been revived, Schlatt had been seen as a villain; he had found one of his papas pretty books and, despite not knowing all the words, he learned that white tulips were a symbol of forgiveness. Sitting down when he had enough of the beautiful flowers, the piglin started to weave and bind the flora together until they formed a beautiful flower crown. Quickly, Michael waddled back too the ram, unaware of the monster that was following after him; that being until he saw the netherite blade that was held tightly in his grandpas hands, he froze in fear as Schlatt bolted toward him, turning around he saw the creeper that had followed him. Michael ran to the side and before he knew it, there was an explosion. "GRANDPA! NO! DONT DISAPPEAR AGAIN, PLEASE!" The piglin yelled in pure terror, running toward the damaged section of the garden with tears streaming down his face. He didn't want to lose his grandpa again. Finding him on his back in pain, Michael heard him cough slightly as he began to sit up "Shit.. I really fucked up there..." Looking too his side Schlatt saw his grandson in tears "you didn't get hurt, did you-" before the ram could finish his sentence he felt tiny arms wrap around him tightly, loud sobs wracking through the air. "Hey, heyheyhey shhshhshhh. I'm okay, its okay, I'm still here. I'm not going to disappear. I am not going to disappear anytime soon." He said, rubbing the sweet piglins back. Eventually the child calmed down and helped him fix the damaged sector of the garden before finding the flowercrown he had made.

"For grandpa Schlatt, my awesome ram hero!"