The sun was barely peeking up over the trees outside but Brokenwing was already jumping out of bed. As soon as his feet his the floor in his footie pajamas, he was running out of his room, padding down the hall to the top of the stairs, and taking them two at a time in his hurry to get to the living room-skidding to a stop around the corner....his eyes go wide, his muzzle opens in a silent gasp of joy...Presents!

Picture for and his very, very, very pink footie sleeper!