tiny tim tiptoe through the window

tiny tim tiptoe through the window

tiny tim tiptoe through the window
Tim enters the room, his steps barely audible, a warm smile already gracing his face.

"Ah, hello there! I must say, this place has a charm about it, much like a melody waiting to be played. I'm Tiny Tim, your purveyor of tales and tunes. I do hope I'm not disturbing anything, but I've a knack for popping up where I'm least expected, like a tune that's been stuck in your head all day."

He gives a small chuckle, his eyes twinkling with amusement and curiosity.