Jazzyannemarie

"She looks so peaceful, hu Po?" I asked my panda, both of us in our room and starring down at our sleeping daughter who was only a week old and covered in a warm blue blanket as well as dressed in purple pajamas with green leaf patterns. Jun, that was her name, was a panda like her father from the white round belly to the long arms and stubby legs covered in black fur. The only way you could tell she was mixed was by her orange stripes that ran down just her arms, her sharp claws, and her golden orbs of mine. "She sure does Ti, it seems as though she may like to sleep a lot." Po had said with a chuckle while he rubbed the back of his head. I