Boy, you coming or not?" Logan shouted for the fourth time in an hour. " I'm really gonna leave you here."

"Coming!!" Answered a voice. The door slammed open and a boy stepped out with hands full of baked goodies.

This was Dale Berry.

The sunshine of Silveridge town, always smiley and positive. Playing with kids, helping the old, you name it, 'cause he has done it all.

Clumsy.....is quite appropriate if you're describing him. Such as, when he was ten, he tripped on a banana skin and banged his head on a wooden pole. Or, when he was twelve......

"Shut up! Are you going to just embarrass me!?!" Dale hit the author with a ball.

"Sorry! Let's continue..."

The duo loaded cartons of milk, baked stuff and sweets and set off for the market.

There was much hustle and bustle that day. After all, it was time for the Food Festival. Setting up their stall, the Berry brothers were all set for the sale.

Suddenly, Dale heard two girls talking.

"Did you hear that there is a new resident?" The brunette whispered.

"Oh yes! He's smoking hot too. I've seen him. Oh the muscles!!" The other one pretended to faint.

The girls continued to giggle and chat.

'There's nothing interesting.' Dale snorted.

The festival began and Lo and behold! All the baked stuff was gone.

The sky turned pink with a tint of purple. The apple red sun yawned sleepily as the silver moon sung a mild lullaby. Soon it was dark.

Inside a little house, Dale rummaged the cupboard for a handkerchief. Logan was drunk. He had alcohol enough for five men. Generally he wasn't the one to drink but today he was drunk to death and mumbling.

"Give a cup *hic* more"

"Logan, you had enough! Close your eyes." The young boy tried to close his brother's eyes.

"Butter.."

"What!?!"

"Butter... Scotch *hic*"

Now, he's totally drunk..