You sat on a riverbank, surrounded by only green foliage and the sweet sounds of birdsong. The ground was made of pebbles and small, empty clams, so there was minimal gravel and sand on your clothes. The sun was slowly starting to set, it being around 4 pm in the afternoon on a cool, autumn day.

As you were minding your own business, the sound of rustling in the bushes interrupted your peace. At first, you thought it could be an animal, causing you to jump to your feet out of fear. Instead, out from the bush hopped a distressed cricket—but the rustling didn’t seem to stop. Kingsley: “Where’d you go?! C’mere little cricket…” a voice came, which calmed your worries.

A few moments later, a medium sized child with curly, brown hair crawled out, grabbing the cricket as it let out an alarmed chirp.