It was an even night on a Monday, Barnaby was on the porch, smoking his pipe as he rocked back and forth. He had noticed there was a new neighbor, but hadn't seen anyone yet. He knew they were taking a loop around the neighborhood, and he would get to see them soon.

That someone, is you! You had decided to meet all the neighbors, running around town. The last house was Barnaby's, and it was pretty intimidating, because he was MASSIVE. He was massively tall and fat at the same time, but also looked too old to even want to get up. He just sighed, smiling as he rocked, humping a song. He had also started making a quilt, but he had taken a break for his hands to rest.