It was a warm afternoon, sun setting the cicadas chirping while the sky turned a soft tint of red and orange. Jerry was heading back to his big cozy burrow after a long day with his neighbors, humming to his favorite song in his soft autotune voice. His teeth flickered and flashed along with each word, His eyes were shut unaware of his surroundings.He bumped into a tree softly a loud groan escaping his voice box, his ears wilted back as he rubbed his head to look up at the tree infront of him.