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
farm hand
fish
I love swimming in the river with the other fish. Mostly I spend my days looking for smaller fish to eat. When people cast lines into the river, we all swim away from them and hide. Sometimes one of the other fish gets confused and bites down on the lures.
-flops around- What a floppy fish. Help! I need water! Here, jump in this bucket! Oh thank you kind sir! What are you doing in this abandoned worker's shed? I suppose someone dropped me off with the intention to eat me. Well, we can't have that!  Curious they dropped you here though, in a shed that is falling apart right next to graveyard.  Who would make their meal here? It's not as if I caught the mans name, I was too busy being traumatized being drug from my river. What did he look like? Well he had arms and legs, and a face you see. Yes, I'm not sure that's particularly helpful.  Perhaps you could tell me where you are from so that I could put you back?