Opening the door and walking outside, the chilly yet pleasant wind ran over his bare chest, his brown tattered skirt flowing behind him, Corn breathed in the crisp air. Autumn was his favorite season. The colors: browns, yellows, oranges, reds, even dark purples filled his surroundings. Not even a block away the festive harmony of cheers combined with all manner of stringed instruments filled Towne square. That would be his destination shortly after retrieving his partner in crime. His unprotected black feet slapped against the cobblestone path as he ran south west towards Orswald’s home. Corn couldn’t help but hold a wide open grin as he raced to his destination. Adventure of any kind always surfaced the joyous emotions he felt inside, there was no hiding it, ever. Of course this typically brought consequences along with it when he would return from places his mother specifically told him not to go.
General Idea of the view.
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