"Yeah, I think the family reunions are like that. Dad says the Fellox of the white god of his world - they're friends - tells him the Creator tends to get angry if Her children aren't behaving during the meeting and then she whacks them with...a shovel." Rosy flapped her wings a bit nervously. "I mean, really, how crazy can it get? A shovel!" Rosy tilted her head. "Can Gar get into the Chateau, though? What if someone attacks you while you're inside? A Garagnir can't fit through our doors at all...then again, I'm not sure if they'd attack someone in Grandma's home. I'm not sure, though."
"That's a good idea! The tree isn't all that big, after all." Rosy squinted. "It's hard to tell how many are up there...might be more than two, if we're lucky. Hopefully they won't all fall at the same time." She walked up to the tree and put her front paws onto it. It was weird to halfway stand on her hind paws, but it worked. "Alright, get in a good position and give me a sign when I'm supposed to start!"