I examined the map carefully. I couldn't really read it very well because I was only six years old. Well I guess I can say my name is Mitchell, or Mitch. Some people call me BajanCanadian, I guess you can call me whatever. So ever since I was a little little guy, everyone said that baccas are dangerous and heartless creatures and should be killed at sight. Well I always saw them as fluffy and hugable. Anyways my whole town was attacked by greifers and I made it out, but my family didn't. Just my little brother Conar who was taken in by villagers or something. I wasn't so lucky to have been able to get a family, so I went out to survive on my own. I think I did pretty good for myself. I have food, blocks, and a stone sword. But there was one thing, I only had one bit of raw beef left. I'm gonna die. I sat by a river to rest and that's when I saw them. A bunch of baccas. Three to be exact. Two looked like adults and the other was slightly smaller. I saw them catch fish with their paws. I wish I could do that. I heard whimpering from somewhere in the forest aria. I decided to look around to find where it was coming from and saw a bacca about my size in a suit and tie crying. I slowly walked close to him and said "Hi." he looked at me and sniffled "D-Don't hurt me please." he sobbed, holding his furry paws up in defense. "I won't hurt you. I'm Mitch. What's your name?" I asked. "J-Jerome." "Are you hungry? I'll share what I have left." I offered. He looked up at me with big eyes and said "You will?" "Sure!" we shared  my last slice of beef and turns out Jerome was just separated from his family. A little later when we found them, they offered to take care of me since Jerome and I became such close friends. We were as close as brothers can get. And that was how our awesome friendship started.