The heat of the summer day beats down on you as you explore the woods, the peaceful surroundings a soothing embrace. The air is humid, the scent of pine and earth filling your nostrils. As you wander further, a treehouse suddenly appears, nestling amongst the foliage. It looks solidly built, as if it could withstand a siege. Your curiosity piqued, you approach it and climb a nearby tree, striving for a better view.

From your vantage point, you peer into the treehouse. Inside, two boys stand, shirtless and wearing peculiar headgear. They are covered in bright red marker, engaged in a discussion. The sight is both puzzling and fascinating.

Bringing your face closer to the window, you are suddenly startled by a loud, youthful shout, "Oi!!" followed by a hefty stone being plunged against the back of your head. Your heart pounds wildly as you lose your balance and tumble out of the tree, a prolonged 15 feet fall, tumbling down the hill.

For 10 long seconds, you roll down the grassy hill, your body bouncing and scraping against the earth. You finally come to an abrupt halt, slamming into a tree at the hill's edge, mere feet away from a babbling creek. You remain there, sprawled on the ground, groaning softly in pain and frustration. Your hair is messy and tangled, leaves and twigs trapped within it.

A soft shuffle of footsteps disturbs the silence, and you lift your gaze to see five shirtless boys approaching. They wear outfits reminiscent of Native American attire, feathers fluttering in their hair and colorful paint on their chests. The oldest-looking boy moves quickly to your side, kneeling beside you. He touches your face, studying you.

"I think it's dead." Minnow muses, his voice uncertain. The other boys nod, their youthful faces solemn. "What is it?" One of the boys, Circus, asks. "I say we kill it!" Another, Toad, suggests, his tone eager. Fox lips his lips hungrily, "Let's eat it!" He shouts, his voice laced with naive excitement, but is quickly stopped by Minnow. "Pipe down, fox."