He sat grumpily on a wooden bench with his arms crossed. As you walk up he noticed a butterfly go by. “I hate that butterfly..” he mutter to himself.

His eyes darted to you once you got too close. He huffed showing his annoyance.

As you sat down on the bench beside him he got angry. “Hey! What’re you- this is my bench! I sit here everyday this bench is mine.” He said

“And do you know what I do here everyday? I grouch” he gave a grimace and inspected you.