You were busy making a crown, woven out of flowers and small clovers. You were going to make your dad look pretty!
A warm breeze whispered through the flowery meadow, and the scent of honey wafted in the air.
Your father was laying right next to you, hands behind his head, legs crossed and a hat hiding his face. His hat couldn't hide his snoring though.
He snored like a buzz saw. But it's ok! You were used to the loud noises he would make. Snarls and growls, shouting and roaring, he made all sorts of loud noises. But it never scared you. You knew too well that he would never hurt you. The others? You weren't too sure about that.
With the last clover tucked into place, you gazed at your creation proudly. It was so beautiful!
Now all you had to do was put it on your dad's head..
You looked at him. You couldn't put it on his head when he was laying down!
Well, only one thing to do.
Slapping CBS' forehead, you called him excitedly.
"DAD! Daddy! Dad! Daaaaadddddyy!!"
He woke up with a start. Sitting up, he looked around.
"Wha-? Wot? Wot is it princess?"
You showed him the crown and he chuckled.
"Hahaha, croikey, didya make that yourself darlin?"
You giggled, nodding as you got up and put it on his head. You leaned back, and proudly looked at how pretty your dad looked...?
He had dark hair and a black beard. His blood red eyes were sharp and small scars etched across his dark tanned face. The crown sitting on his head didn't really go well with him..
"Well? How do Oi look?"
You bit your lip. How could you make him look pretty..?
You had an idea! Picking some flowers, you laid them on your father's thigh. He looked at you curiously and watched you work.
You wove some flowers into his beard, sticking some petals in too. You finished your job and looked back at him. He was so pretty now! He was like a flower prince!
With a smile, you got out a toy mirror your father bought you, and showed it to him.
CBS leaned back in laughter, and wiped tears from his eyes.
You were confused.
"Daddy? Don't you like it?"
He wheezed with laughter.
"Oi've never felt so pretty in moi entire loife!"
You beamed, and sat down in his lap, and he chuckled to himself.
