Wardrobe

Villager: Fi

There is a gentle fluttering in the small greenhouse. Plants of all kinds are arranged in what most might call an organized chaos. It's not the neat rows of flora you see in most gardens, but everything is planted with care and where it is for a reason.

As Fi rounds the corner, a bucket of compost in his arms. A small black python, Bo, pops out from behind some pots where he had been napping in the sun. "Bo, be a dear and go turn on the sprinklers. I am finished feeding everyone," Fi clicks. The snake perks up as a feeler pets his head lovingly.

Within moments, the compost bucket in Fi's arms is replaced with Bo as water sprinkles down onto the plants below. "Goodboy, Bo. It's time for our lunch now!"



( to be continued ... )