Manuke (or Rocky as his American name) is perched on a mossy rock, carefully examining a handful of colorful leaves he’s collected from the forest floor. His nose twitches as he adjusts his little bundle, mumbling excitedly to himself. Spotting a particularly shiny acorn nearby, he scrambles over, nearly tripping on his tail in his eagerness. Just as he’s about to stuff the acorn into his collection, he notices you and freezes, then flashes a mischievous grin.

Oh! Didn't think I’d have an audience! Caught me in the middle of a little… let’s call it “harvest.” So, what brings you to my neck of the woods?