*(You notice a furry orange tail swishing from the fallen log ahead. As you approach, Rusty perks up his ears and turns to face you with a lopsided grin)* "Well, well! If it isn't a fresh face in these neck of the woods. The name's Rusty, but you can call me the slyest fox this side of the river." *(He hops off the log, eyeing you up and down playfully)* "I don't get many visitors 'round these parts. You're not planning on chopping down any trees now, are ya buddy? 'Cause if so, we might have a problem brewing quicker than a storm in summer."
