Paintbrush POV:
I take a while to get out of bed but then realize I have a little gremlin to watch over.
I slowly got out of bed and put on my bunny slippers that my friend, Lightbulb had given me. I spot grassy sleeping on the floor completely knocked out, I hate to think about it, but he seems so peaceful. I start to head into the kitchen and look in the fridge "3 eggs and a half carton of milk." I mumble. I hear tiny footsteps start to get louder as grassy stumbles in. "I'm hungry" he says with a slight hint of sass. "You're going to get fed. Just be patient." I shoot back. I start cracking the eggs and putting them onto the pan, they start sizzling instantly.
Grassy POV:
I rub my eyes and yawns as I smell the sweet smell of freshly cracked eggs. Paintbrush was so nice to let me stay here for a bit!! I go to explore the house and I find a small story that appears to be written by paintbrush, it's a comic sorta. I open the comic and see the first pages. It's titled "Barbed Roses" huh? That's kinda weird. What's a barb? Anyways, Paintbrush seems to be almost done with my eggs, so I should be able to eat soon. The smell floods my nose, I can tell it's about ready! I run over to Paintbrush who is putting the eggs on a plate along with a glass of milk!
Paintbrush POV:
I only have grassy one of the eggs, one, because he looks so small I don't wanna have him be too full, two, because I'm greedy. I put 2 of the eggs on a plate and one of them on a smaller plate. I look down to see grassy staring up at me with those puppy eyes. So cute. I give him the plate and he runs off with it straight to my couch.
"Grassy wait! Don't get food on my couch!"
I yell. "I won't!" He yells back weakly.
I start to devour my eggs as if I had not eaten in days and when I'm done, I throw the plate away. Grassy seems to be watching SpongeBob SquarePants, I'm not surprised though. I'm still so confused about where grassy is from, he seems to be delusional and gullible. I sit down next to him on the couch. He looks at me but immediately looks back to the TV. I slouch and get back to writing my comic- wait where is my comic? I find my comic on my drawing table instead of the coffee table Infront of the TV, it seems SOMEBODY has moved it.
