Moss now grows across what was once a red painted wooden shed, standing in the area just outside the graveyard. The wood shed is splintering, and there is evidence that termites have eaten away at the walls as holes poke through the shed. Inside the shed there lies leaves and plants that have been dragged in their by the wild animals that at one point called the abandoned shed their home.
Abandoned workers shed, Graveyard
critter
towns folk
I am a towns folk.  I live in a small house near the center of the village.  I work in a farm to pay for my food.
Ach!  Ye gave me a scare there, ya wee beastie. Stop staring, didn't your moma teach you it's rude to stare I've just never seen a creature quite as.. interestin' as whatever beast ye may be.  Although, I do be from the town down the ways, and we don't be seein' much in the way of critters. Oh, i get that a lot, we are a very rare specie of animals. May I ask, what be ye callin' yerselves, then? Critters, we  kinf of like the name too Oh, I see.  I've only heard a' Critters from distant lands, who liked ta play games, or watch others play, often with funny shaped die.  Of course, twas just a tale, so there's no tellin' if they being the same type. Well, we sure like playing games but not with dies  Oh?  What games do the likes of yer kind be playin'? hunting down animals and tearing clothes Oh, hrm, well I suppose what'ever keeps you and yours in a peaceable state o'mind... I don't see the tool here I was hopin' te find here, so I'll be on me merry way, then. thanks for the company, it's been a while i've had any human talk to me