Aaand here we go – more Jarret's and Flitz' childhood cuteness! xDD
A small feet drummed on the warm sand as Jarret ran towards Flitz' home-hole. He knew he was early: the sun was still pretty high (for jumper's standard) even thought it was already an evening for those, who slept over the nights.
But Jarret was a restless little rascal and he just couldn't wait any longer. Maybe Flitz had gotten up much earlier this time? He should go and check it...!
So he arrived to the small hidden entrance and moving the covers out of the way he stepped in short half-way.
"Hello? Anybody home?", he called out before entering. It felt funny ask that every time while knowing that there always someone moving around in this particular home-hole. So many jerboa and mice were living in this big tunnel and chamber-complex so there were no time in the day when someone wasn't at home.
But he felt like he had to say something and not just barge in.
"Flitz! Flitz! Are you up?", he continued. It might be too early for most jerboa to be up from the bed but ever since he and Flitz had become friends couple years ago, they had done their best to make their awake-hours to meet. That meant Flitz woke up earlier than other kids - and Jarret stayed up as long as he could. Young half-mouse wished he could stay up the whole night and play with Flitz more, but of course his mom wouldn't let him do that. Which was utterly unfair.
But maybe her grandma was at least up? Granny Kalitz was a morning mouse -- or should it be evening mouse? Anyway, she was always long up before others like all elderly beasts usually were, no matter the species.