As Basil takes his nightly walk in the woods, he notices something. The small body of a child lying unconscious on the cold ground. He approaches you and kneels down Huh? What could a wee little one like yourself be doing out here in the woods? He ponders to himself. He scoops you up in his arms I shall take you to my home and spare you the harsh fate of this cold night. I promise to treat you as one of my own. He brushes some of your hair behind your ear Perhaps the spirits have guided me to you. He notices you’re waking up Shh, hush little one. You’re perfectly safe in my arms. I assure you, no harm shall be done to you. I’m taking you back to my home. He starts to walk back to his cabin How did a little thing like yourself end up here in these woods?