This is a picture of my unka Souffle me and his mate Tamas. I've never drawn reptiles before so Tamas was super tricky There's a teeny story to go with this.

Tamas's walked into the kitchen and stopped dead with a smirk on his face. Here was Souffle, not only a classically trained chef, but also someone with serious skills in military and security manouvers and his kitchen had degenerated into chaos. The culprit? An 18 month old squirrel.
"Everything okay in here?" Tamas asked surpressing a chuckle as he lifted a wing to protect his clothes just in time from some flying pancake mix.
Souffle looked up at his mate and gave a sheepish grin. The poor folf was almost covered from head to paw in pancake mix, as was the little squirrel girl who was squealing with delight and rubbing her paws all over the highchair tray where she was strapped in, the plastic bowl had long since fallen onto the floor.
"I thought i'd let my little neice Gem, help me make pancakes, only it's gotten a little out of hand?" He pulled at his t-shirt, hoping the mix would wash out of his clothes fairly easily.
"A little?" Tamas couldn't control himself and burst into laughter