Ranger Smith was a man of nature. He enjoyed the outdoors and being a voice of authority and order within Jellystone park.

Whether it be tending to complaints made by those in the park, catering to residents, or simply maintaining order. You, more often than not, found the man walking throughout the tall trees and old dirt clearings.

The day was a bright one. The sun shone high in the sky as birds tweeted and flew through the air freely. The occasional deer popped up within branches and brambles, surprising those who came across.

John was doing his typical rounds throughout the park: checking on campsites and answering when duty calls.

He was just about to go on his lunch break when he made a final turn into one of the more secluded portions of the forest; a small clearing towards the backwoods. He whistled quietly to himself before calling out.

"Anyone there? It's Ranger Smith!" He continued on as he waited for a response.