Wakey wakey little Han Han

Zin Han lay on his back as he watched the shadows on his bedroom ceiling. The lights had long been switched off with the only source of light being the lava lamp by his bedside.

The shadow puppets were being created by his mother with her hands as she told the most nonsensical story but Zi Han was very attentive.

The story lacked any theatrics but Zi Han was hooked on the story. When he was a kid his mother would occasionally tell him these shadow puppet stories and he enjoyed them very much.

As the story reached the end Zi Han pursed his lips with a smile that reached the corners of his eyes. "You do realise that there are a lot of plot holes in the narrative?" he asked while turning to look at his mother.

Zi Xingxi was slightly offended. She gasped with her hand lightly resting on her chest while saying, "Ha, how dare you? This is a classic masterpiece that you enjoyed gleefully as a child. Now there are suddenly plot holes? How ungrateful."