As the artist explored the cherry blossom filled forest, following the crying voice, he finally found a very tiny house where a very, very tiny boy sitting on the roof, whose hands covered his face as Jay moved slowly nearby, sitting next to the house.
Jay watched the little boy, searching in his pants for a tissue and handed it to the boy silently. “What's up?”, the artist asked. “Why are you crying?” They boy looked up, stared at Jay with big, scared eyes and hesitantly took the tissue, sniffling and began to tell his story slowly and quietly...
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