#hansel

becoming a carcass, though pains rather tasty

The fish and the frog reunited with impressive speed and force. Tumbling end over end into the spray of the sea; the young boy having launched himself from the nearby bushes.

The very same flora where H.A.N.S.E.L. - nearly a half hour prior - had picked up his biometric signature. Conveniently suggesting to Sunny that perhaps the littlest sunflower would benefit from a morning walk?

The two children of the ocean greeted her together for the first time in half a year, giggling like a pair of schoolchildren reunited after a summer apart. A year older, but not the least bit wiser.

But a few things had changed. If only to show time had passed.

Kāne: Your hair ! You look like a girl !

Sunny: So do you!!

After half a year apart, Prince Kāne had finally returned home.

HANSEL: Well go on, what does it say? Nothing too gory I hope. Sunny: It's uh - a riddle? HANSEL: A riddle? Now that is peculiar.

Sunny: What do you call a Surprise Kraken Punch?

HANSEL: Ah. I’ve got it. Sunny: What!? But that's not fair! You're a robot! You have the whole internet! You probably looked it up!

Sunny: Why would someone use their last bit of paper to send - a riddle? And not even a good one!

HANSEL: Perhaps you require a few more seconds for the punchline to really hit you.

Sunny: I don't -

HANSEL: [LOUDER] Alright then, what exactly does one call a surprise kraken punch?

And like the steady voyage of the globe as it circles the sun - time was all it took to melt the ice. Packing away Winter for another year, and delivering a fresh Spring chapter to their little unmarked island. (🎵)

A little familiar, a little different, and only a few inches taller - The returning season brought back not only the sun, but the distinct smell of new adventures.

Only this time around, our story starts - with a bottle.

HANSEL: Trash on the beach again? That can’t be good for the ecosystem tracker.

Sunny: It's a message in a bottle!

HANSEL: Sounds like an unnecessary amount of effort for the common litterbug.

Sunny: It's not trash! It's a cry for help! HANSEL: You think so?

Sunny: I know it! They used them in the older times, before pirates had cell phones and stuff!

Sunny: When sailors were shipwrecked, they'd write a note, put it in a bottle, and cast it out into the ocean!

Usually so they could tell their dads to come pick them up.

HANSEL: But how could they possible be certain it would find it's way to the right shore? Or even the right world? Sunny: They didn’t! That's why they usually died marooned!