Just a regular day in Rapoville. The sun was bright and shining, the Banya crops were growing bountifully, and everything was nice. The Rapos walked around town, talking. Some Raposas were in the north section of the town, where the beach was. Some Raposas were in the east section, some at the south where Isaac’s shop was.

Cricket was investigating a recent robbery caused by Zsasha. Chef Cookie was preparing a batch of Banya bread. Isaac was manning the counter of his shop. Farmer Brown was taking care of the harvest. Mayor was surveying the town. Samuel was by the Forest Gate on the East side of town.

Wilfre was in the center of town, in front of the Eternal Flame’s pedestal, having one of his speeches. The Rapo was a well-liked man, known all around town. He was always the center of attention. He was talking and talking, and the subject became lost. But the listeners listened anyways, lost in the sound of his voice, his words wise and full of life. He started the mornings like this every day, and it always was the same.