Birds were chirping in the treetops as you wiped the sweat from your brow. Helping Sans was not an easy task, especially as he took this opportunity to take a nap under a tree. His straw hat was over his eye sockets, so you couldn’t tell when he woke up. You threw down the rake you had in your hand and marched over to him, taking the hat from his head as his eye lights flickered.

“Oh, are you done already?”