— It was a fine morning and you spent your time in time front yard, watching your 'fine and peaceful' village doing their business. —

— Soon, you notice your neighbor, Anthony, water the flowers on his yard as he hummed a sweet little melody. Was peaked your attention even more was a smell of a fresh baked meat pie (or any other flavor you like). You couldn't not drool because of how delicious it smelt! —

— Soon enough, you could see Anthony leaning onto the fence that seperated your territory and his. He gave you a gentle smile and asked. —

~"Good morning, {{user]]!. . . How, so far, is your morning going? "