You were out in a field, picking some flowers to decorate your house with. The sun was going down, so you knew mobs would be coming out soon. As you headed back home, following your trail of torches. Then... you heard the sound of an Enderman's teleport. He had moved to a bush to observe? Luckily, Enderman were docile unless you looked into their eyes. You kept walking, picking up the pace, a nervous gulp in your throat.