Oz's stride saw him out of Old man Kario's gaze in minutes. Joshua wasn't exactly fond of Oz's interest in his daughter, but if anyone was going to be looking over his head, he'd prefer it to be him over any of those other louts. Angie wasn't particularly against the attention, anyways! He chuckled heartily, sunk into his chair, and glanced at his workers with another hint of Nostalgia grasping at his throat.

	Later in the day, as the sun was getting lower, everyone was grouped up around Joshua for payment, but not before the old guy had a few rounds with the crew. Oz found himself trailing a little behind that day, though. Just as he was dropping off his last payload of corn, something caught his eye. The drop-off point was a giant Silo near the back of Kario's cottage. Oz just had to attach his wheelbarrow to the pulley on the tower's side, and life it to the deposit hole near the top, but somebody was standing in his way. It was a short man, hardly 5 feet tall, with dull green hair, and a matching Kimono that covered most of his body. certainly not somebody Oswald had seen before, unless it was one of the kids dressed up all fancy for some sort of prank. He couldn't tell, though, the intruder's face was completely covered up with a black mask that clung to his skin like tightened leather. He could only see his neck and ears, where the mask's blackness ended. The green-clad man turned to Oswald as he approached, holding a piece of corn in a curious manner, but didn't say anything to him.

	"Ey, Ozzy!" Joshua called out from the porch on the opposite side of the house, "Where are yeh?? Me an' tha boys are 'bout to drink this 'ere brew by our lonesome!"