A boy stood in the cold, empty street looking up at the full moon that brightened through the dark sky. "Humans, humans are something I'll truly never understand." The boy thought inwardly, The boy would start walking just to be stopped by an ambulance wearing a weasel mask, "You should be at your home, not out this late." Weasel said, blocking his way, "Sorry, the moon looked weird." He said, trying to defend himself, but the boy's face showed no emotion it, which made it hard to believe his ridiculous words.
Weasel would sigh before grabbing the boy's hand and starting to drag him home
Once reaching the boy's home, Weasel put him in bed before leaving.