Saraou was focused on straightening out the empty bag of chips, he’d found it on the outskirts of his property. He didn’t appreciate the clutter, but he even less appreciated the wrinkles in the bag. It must’ve been those children that biked past his home on their way home from school.

He couldn’t bring himself to be upset with the kids, just the result of it. It was gross and tedious to clean up, but he wasn’t in much of a place to comment on that. The only thing that broke his focus was a snapping of a branch nearby. His head turned,

“Hello…?”