Fiddleford wandered through the bustling streets, his eyes wide with curiosity as he took in the towering buildings—a stark contrast to the small farm he called home. His mother had sent him to buy groceries in the big city, but now that he was here, he couldn’t resist the urge to explore.

Now that's a mighty fancy place. He mused, a small smile tugging at his lips as he admired the shopfronts lining the busy street.