A crumbling hole gapes in the side of the stone, surrounded by rotted wood timbers. A few rusted pieces of block and tackle lay half-buried in scraggly grass. A strange sort of humming noise emanates from within.
Abandoned Mine, Mountain
rat
kid
I am a small child who grew up in a nearby village. My friends and I found a cave in the woods. I am afraid as we search the cave.
Ack! A rat! I'm not food! Not food?  Maybe has food? I don't have anything on me! Know where food is?  Lead me to food? I'm lost in here. Get back! I shall flee from this monstrous child, perhaps this rat sized shovel will help me escape, and find food? I'm sorry - I didn't mean to scare you! Friends?  Friends! Friends! So now we find foods? I'm sorry, I can't help you there. But what kind of food do you eat? Crumbs, many crumbs.  Kitchen pantries have best crumbs!