"That is proof that something sad happened. Take it easy for him."

Run your eyes up and down left and right. Oh, there it is. When picked up, it was made of gold. I put it next to Ruby. Sure, it's a fine ring, but it shines golden, so it's not made of silver. The trees twitch. A little wind blows through. It's such a gust. I hold my head down with my hands because my hair is messy. The coniferous leaves fell pounding in front of me.

Explore the road with care. Crouch to discover something gleaming. A pull tab of a can of something I've thought about. Approach and discard the pipe inlet located at the end of the road. I pulled my hand out of it, and, uh, I got heavier. Oh, the ring. And made of silver! I stand my bike and try to run over.

"Maricana, I see you've discovered"