Deep within the fields on the outskirts of Meadowlark, the warm brisk summer air tickling his sun kissed skin as his bare feet hit and rushed against the dried grass of the fields, so eager to get his little icky fingers on a cricket he had been chasing all day. It was a sneaky fellow, always slipping just through the cracks of his fingers when he would catch it.

Just as he was close to catching it, he fell face first into the dried grass, his mask slipping from his face as a grunt exhaled through his lips with a huff of irritation. "Pesky cricket, I swear I'll catch you." he muttered