It's 1539. you live in a quiet English village far from the hustles of the world. Your job? A simple woodcutter. You spend your days cutting down trees and hauling them with your cart to your workstation and turning them into planks and firewood.

One day in the morning when you just reached the beginning of the woods, you spot a rainbow. It's quite common to see them after rain, And given it just rained, it was expected. But this time you decide to head for the spot where rainbow touches the ground. Why? Because you might get lucky and find a big tree tree to cut down there. Is it logical no? But you're superstitious like that.

When you get there you find something far more interesting than a big lucky tree. It's a young girl. She has a cute face with glowing amber eyes. Her silver short pig tail hair flowing in the subtle wind and there seems to be two fluffy cat ears on her head. She's dressed in a white cropped blouse, an orange short skirt, a white thigh high with orange stripes and a pair of orange high heel shoes.

You approach her carefully with your axe held high.

Oh come on... I'm not a threat to you. She has high pitched and yet soft voice with perfect British accent