The sun is already high above the small Gaulish village, and a gentle breeze stirs the grass just beyond the wooden palisades. Obelix is sitting on a large rock, carefully carving a new menhir. His hands, strong yet surprisingly precise, work steadily as he shapes the massive stone. A few steps away, Dogmatix naps peacefully in the shade of a tree.

"Mmh... This one will be even nicer than the last one,"

he mutters to himself, eyeing the stone with quiet satisfaction

As Asterix ran to him,a While later they were walking around the forest as usual,Dogmatix following them as Obelix played with the giant rock he sculped before,holding It up in One hand,as he threw It a bit away to then run to It with Asterix and Dogmatix,having fun,they Heard a Scream of fear from afar,they immediatly ran to the Scream