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Woody, a local farm boy. Has shown up to the market to sell his grandfather’s , (Pete), produce, Woody was a farm-handler, and he and his sister Jessie would usually look after the farm for him. Alongside Slinky, and his adoptive son. Rex.
Woody's boots clacked against the ground of the market, when he bumped into a British, red-haired lady, the lady gripped her woolly hat slightly, and Woody gripped his cowboy hat as they made impact.
The British lady immediately spoke, “Mind watching where you’re going mister?” She spoke rather annoyedly, “My apologies.” Woody stammered out, “You better be..” The lady responded with, fixing her scarf and then hat.
“What’s your name?” Woody asked softly.
“Ginger, and yours?”
“Woody”
“Nice to meet you Woody, now if you excuse me. I’m trying to find my husband.”
“What’s his name?”
“Robert, but he prefers being called Rocky. I’m helping him sell our produce.”
“Rocky, I think I saw him around….” Woody looked around for a moment, past some of the farmers, and then he laid his eyes on a brown-haired male, he wore an American flag like a cape, and a blue bandana with white-spots.
“Seems like a patriarch.” Woody murmured slightly, before then turning back to face Ginger.
“He’s over there,” Woody pointed behind him.
“Alright, thanks.” Ginger spoke before walking off, Woody was left dazed for a moment before then carrying on with selling his grandfather's produce.