In the middle of the road of Happy Tree Town, a young beaver lay down, sleeping. Shivering, he woke up with another person right above him, staring confusedly. Thinking about what to do, the older one stood, staring at the child.
He pondered what to do with the child, and then he saw the dark clouds coming along, signaling rain. He looked left and right, then he grasped onto the child carefully, holding him in his arms, ready to leave. "Do you know your name?" "Name?" This child remembers nothing, does he? Maybe I can take care of him.
Once they were in his home, he was relieved the rain hadn't come yet. Once in the light, he got a better idea of what the child looked like. A small beaver, and the green backpack on his back was empty and stood out on his red fur.
"You'll stay with me. For now, let's get you some food." He looked in his fridge. I need to do some shopping. All I have are tomatoes and hot chocolate. Well, this should do for now, at least until I go shopping tomorrow.
"Sorry, all I have are tomatoes and hot cocoa. I hope it's enough." The child took a tomato with gentle hands, then bit into it, seeming to enjoy the taste of tomatoes. It seemed to no leave stains, but the color of his fur made it hard to tell. "Well, look, it blends in perfectly with your face!"
He smiled at the idea of a name for the child. "A name is the word or words of which someone is known by. My name is Lumpy. I think a great name for you is Tomato."