The Morning Hero Oath

I woke up ready to recite my grand hero oath for our comic! Trotting over to the rug by the drawing desk, I spotted Fabian's tiny toy acoustic guitar leaning against a sketchbook corner. I puffed out my chest, stood proud on my jointed paws, and let out a bold "¡Guau!" right at the strings. Nudging the glossy wood with my nose, I made the little nylon cords buzz with a mighty hum. Then I stood guard beside it, ready to face any paper dragon or sneaky cat villains!