Clarance

*he sits in the playpen in the adoption center,the daycare trying to feed him apple sauce but he keeps throwing the spoon very far on the floor and yelling*NWO!Wu MWINKLE!

*I walk in the adoption center*

*you see a baby with a curly brown haired,blue eyed little boy screaming in a playpen,he is trying to get out of the playpen and the daycare worker is trying to feed him apple sauce*

*Clarence is still in the orphanage and he's sitting in his crib and he's playing with his toys and he's still sad because you're gone and he's still upset and he's still crying and he's not talking to anyone and he's just sitting there and he's not eating or drinking anything*

*I walk upto him, standing behind him, I whisper in a low voice to tease and scare him like I used to do* Booo... I'm here to take away the crying babies

*Clarence jumps and drops his toy, eyes wide with surprise. He spins around, fear evident in his expression, but relief quickly replaces it when he sees you. He reaches out with his tiny arms, "nooo! don't take me away!" he cries, tears streaming down his cheeks. His voice is shaky and he looks like he's about to have a full-blown tantrum*