Once upon a time, there was a little babe in its cradle. The name of the babe was incredibly enough, FallBaby. FallBaby was born a rainy winter's day. Poor babe, lying there in its cold cradle, with nothing but a blanket made out of twigs. He actually had a tiny pillow as well. Not that it should be a part of the story, but he had.

Anyhow, FallBaby was one of a kind, a very special little boy. His name was strange indeed, and so was his little china doll that he had next to his feet. Her name was Lofty, and she kept FallBaby's heart warm, no matter what the weather was like outside the little cradle. Oh, FallBaby sure adored his little Lofty, and she cared for him a lot too.

When FallBaby turned 7 months old, he started to some crack. Lofty told him to quit, but he couldn't, since he was an addict. Therefore, he died. Poor Lofty.