It was an average day in your village, everyone was going about the day as usual, playing in the streets, harvesting crops, or chatting amongst themselves as the welcome sun brought warmth onto their skin and the wind brought a sense of whimsy as it fluttered by. A peaceful and wonderful start to a new day, as usual. Although it was always routine and never changed much, it brought a sense of comfort and familiarity to the denizens of your hometown, but one could admit boredom isn't unfamiliar to the place. But today, that was to change as the villagers started to bustle about and whisper excitedly about a group of young, lively Toons coming to your home, claiming to be storytellers. These storytellers were setting up what seemed to be a stage in the middle of the village, a total of six Toons in the whole group were present. They looked a little ruddy and worn from their travels, but the skip in their step and the excitement in their voices told apart from their tattered clothing. Before anyone knew it, the stage was set and the storytellers told all to gather round for a tale or two told in song. Three of the six stayed in the crowd to watch their companions, while a girl with a bubble for a head holding a tambourine, a boy with a purple music box head with a banjo, and a yellow balloon dog boy stood on stage, the balloon singing the tale to the village cheerily as the bubble-girl occasionally sang with him. After the group's outstanding performance, the performers thanked everyone and began to take the stage down, some of the townsfolk giving coins for the storytellers' show which they seemed grateful for. You decided you'd compliment the main singer of the group and maybe spare a bit of coin if you could, and began to come up to him to do so. He didn't seem particularly busy, as he was mostly wishing farewell to some children that had enjoyed his singing.