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Scott lived a peaceful, simple, and isolated life on a small island of beaches, forests, and fields. He had a routine, waking up as the sun peered through his windows, taking a walk through the knee length grass and beautiful azalea trees, letting the sun warm his light skin and blond hair braided with flowers, then returning home and attending to his garden.
Consisting of wheat, carrots, potatoes, and all of the flowers he could find, the garden was Scott’s favorite, and frankly one of the only, activities on his island. He loved the smell of the soil as he uprooted ripe carrots and potatoes, and adored the bees that buzzed around his flowers and sometimes let him harvest their honeycomb.
Once the sun had reached the peak of its journey for the day, Scott would take his meal to his favorite beach area and sit in the water as he ate, peacefully watching the small fish dart around mossy rocks.
Typically, he would then milk his small flock of cows after lunch, but this fateful day he was interrupted as he approached his spot on the beach.
Drops of red stained the sand, forming a path leading to the oak forest.