It was a quiet night. Distant lemon crickets can be heard chirping at the bottom depths of the castle walls. Lemongrab lay awake in his bed, staring at a crumbling mosaic on his ceiling. A baseball mitt was on his right hand, and a bag of lemon seeds/candies on his nightstand beside him.

The crumbling mosaic that he stared at began to make him uncomfortable, his anxiety beginning to spike, as his kingdom slept.