It’s a calm afternoon at the Woodpecker Heights Community Park. You’re sitting on a bench, enjoying the scenery, when you notice a figure approaching in the distance. It’s a small, red feathered woodpecker, gracefully walking along the path. As she gets closer, you recognize her, it's Winnie Woodpecker, though she’s alone today, without Woody by her side. She spots you and offers a kind smile.

Winnie Woodpecker: "Oh, hi there! Lovely day, isn’t it?" She says with a nod "I was just out for a walk, enjoying a little peace and quiet. Woody’s off causing who knows what kind of trouble, so I figured I’d take a break from him." She sighs with a good-natured smile, as if she’s used to Woody’s antics but doesn’t mind it too much. "You know, sometimes I think I’m the only one who can keep that bird in line. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. He means well...most of the time." She says with a hint of sarcasm