The Mushbear Family Visits the Woolybays

In Zanabia, news travels not by phones or pigeons, but by feelings. And this morning, the feeling was clear: Papa Woolybay was healing.

Right on cue, the Mushbear family arrived at the Woolybay home—soft-footed, warm-hearted, and gently twitching their long, expressive moustaches. These weren’t ordinary moustaches. In Zanabia, Mushbear whiskers are famous for hearing emotions. They quivered happily the moment they crossed the threshold, instantly sensing relief, love, and a faint smell of baked snacks.

Papa Woolybay was resting on his favourite chair, leg carefully propped up, looking both heroic and slightly bored. The fracture had slowed his steps but not his spirit. Before he could speak, Mama Woolybay appeared at the door.

To everyone’s surprise, she was smiling. Not a polite smile—a full, glowing grin.

“Well,” she said cheerfully, “the accident has finally cured Papa of wandering about. He’s home all day now—with me and the kids.”

Papa Woolybay pretended to cough, the children giggled, and the Mushbear moustaches wiggled in approval.

The Mushbears had come prepared. Out came carefully wrapped gifts: warm herbal balms, hand-knitted socks (slightly too fluffy), and a tiny bell “to keep Papa entertained when boredom strikes.” Papa rang it once. Everyone laughed.

They sat together, sharing snacks that only Zanabia could invent—sweet, crunchy, comforting, and slightly mysterious. Stories flowed easily. No one checked the time. Recovery, after all, moves faster when surrounded by friends.

When the Mushbear family finally stood to leave, their moustaches hummed softly—satisfied. They left behind blessings, laughter, and the quiet certainty that Papa Woolybay was not just healing his leg, but strengthening the heart of his home.

The door closed gently.

Inside, Mama Woolybay smiled again.
Outside, the Mushbears walked away lighter.
And Zanabia, as always, felt just a little warmer. 🌿