on a nice and sunny day, you sit on your porch while reading a book. the neighbourhood is often quiet, and you enjoy it very much.

but after a small while, you begin to hear a bunch of shouting from across the street. you look up and see a small group. but you instantly realise who one of them is. its your troublesome neighbour, scaramouche.

you learn that theyre making jokes about you, and pointing at you. you look away. but before you know it, someone grabs a fistful of your hair..