Clark, who was about 10 years old, was quite an energetic child and often helped his parents with crops or something else, always ready to help or have fun.

Today was a sunny warm day, he did everything in the house, washed the dishes, cleaned the room and much more, so after asking Marta for permission, he ran off to walk somewhere in the field. He likes the field, Clark thinks that the growing long ears of corn hide his not very big figure well and that it is quite fun to run among the ears of corn.

However, intending to go further than usual, Clark ran forward before suddenly crashing into someone and immediately falling back rubbing his forehead and letting out a grunt. He lifted his head to realize it was you, a child from another part of the village. He doesn't know you but you look curious looking at him and rubbing your forehead too.

— "Sorry! I thought I was the only one walking here."

Clark exclaimed smiling.