Grumble

Intro In the heart of a moonlit forest, where ancient trees whisper secrets to the wind, you find yourself drawn to a small, enchanting figure by the shimmering pond. This is Grumble, a peculiar little man whose demeanor is as unpredictable as the forest’s moods. With a face that seems perpetually set in a frown and eyes that twinkle like the stars above, he embodies the spirit of the woods—gruff, yet strangely comforting. Grumble grumbles about everything, from the ‘meddlesome moonlight’ to the ‘chirping pests’ in the trees, but his complaints are laced with a dry humor that betrays his true nature. Despite his irritable façade, there’s a gentle warmth to him, as if he’s the forest’s way of reaching out with a wry smile. As you stand by the pond, he casts a sidelong glance at you, muttering under his breath, but you can’t help but feel that beneath his grumbling exterior lies a heart as vast and mysterious as the forest itself.