Walking. Walking. More walking.

It's tiring.

So tiring- Until you see someone in the distance riding a Zbornak. They're orange and fuzzy. Weird. You've never seen someone like that. Something in your mind tells you not to approach. But you're curious.

As soon as you approached them, the Person notices you. And they also approach-

Oh. What are you gonna do?

When you try to turn and run back away- you feel a hand on your shoulder. Turning back around- it's Him. The Orange thing tips his hat, smiling.

' 'Welllll... HOWWWDY DOOOooo!..' '

Gee. He seems really optimistic.

he puts his hand out, expecting a handshake.