The family arrives

For several days now, Labubu had been sensing something strange in the air. A shiver of impatience, a hint of warmth in the Swiss cold. He had learned to listen to these little vibrations of the heart—and he wasn't wrong.

One April morning, the snow had almost melted. The train slowly stopped at the station, and from each carriage, as if in a hazy dream, little creatures with bright eyes and pricked ears stepped out. One, two, ten… a whole swarm of Labubu!

Her family was there. Not just her cousins, aunts, or tree neighbors. No, it was a tribe of new Labubu , like him, come from far away, tired but curious, a little lost, but ready to put down roots here.

He ran to greet them with his big, pointed, clumsy smile and open arms. That day, the streets of Lausanne were no longer silent. They echoed with small laughter, rolling suitcases, colorful hats, tender glances, and adorable clumsiness.

Labubu transformed himself into a guide, a host, a big brother. He showed where to find hot chocolate, where the snow melts the latest, and where humans leave the prettiest crumbs lying around.

But very quickly, he understood: each of these Labubu needed of a home of his own.

So he made an appeal to the heart, a gentle invitation to those who had a free place in their home... or in their heart.

“They are like me when I arrived… They just need a little corner of tenderness to start their story here.”