Almost everyone in the village was heading towards something. Chuck must of recognised someone as he shouted.

"Hey where's everyone going?"

"There's apparently a boat heading towards the shore."

The person replied, continuing to excitedly speed walk.

"Last one there is a rotten egg."

Chuck challenged as he sped over to the beach with Bomb running behind him. Red calmly just walked to the beach only really concerned for his home which was also on the beach. It was almost even hard to see the beach with so many people crowded on it but soon the group was able to grab a spot in clear view of an old wooden ship now drifting beside the beach.

The citizens watched as it passed them and Red followed the direction it was heading to see his motionless home in its way. Red screeched in terror as he raced with the slow ship to his house. But no matter how many times he waved his arms around and screamed at the boat, it kept moving and Red was too late as the boat completely crushed into his little home. Red just knelt on the sand, his mouth reaching the ground as he looked at his destroyed home. Chuck stood beside him, looking at the now pieces of material scattered on the ground.

"That took me 5 years to build..."

Red whimpered, never looking away from his old spot.

"Daaamn... that's an oof moment."

Chuck replied, making Reds eyebrows crinkle closer together as he stood back up. Behind them they could hear chatter as a mysterious door suddenly opened, revealing a long weird looking staircase that stretched to the sand. Red marched back, expecting to find who ruined his home.

"Hello citizens of this new island. The name's, Leonard."

A big guy appeared, standing at the top of the staircase. He was wearing a green singlet and shorts, something mostly unusual in Bird Island. Another smaller guy appeared in the doorway with a remote and pressed a button. The staircase began to move and Leonard descended closer to the ground. Then it seemingly malfunctioned and stopped. Leonard whispered to the little guy who now was spamming the button, making the staircase go back and forth and stop occasionally before eventually reaching the bottom.

"Heh, anyways- Now! you're probably wondering, 'who is this guy and where did he come from right?"

"Actually I'm wondering if your going to destroy everyone's home or just mine?"

Red argued, stomping into view of Leonard who stared at him with surprise. Leonard looked towards the front of his ship and saw the broken pieces of a home scattered around his boat.

"Oh! Haha, don't worry little bud."

Leonard assured, rubbing Reds head, ruffling up his hair.

"Oh yes! So you're probably wondering where i came from, well."

Leonard began again, turning towards the bigger crowd. Leonard then turned away from them and pointed across the sea.

"I am from Piggy Island, just a swim away."

Everyone ooed in the idea of another island filled with new people.

"I have travelled here to formally greet you all and get to know our neighbouring island."

The judge stepped closer, passing other citizens, getting closer to Leonard who was almost as tall as him.

"Well welcome to Bird Island! Please feel right at home here."

Judge Peckinpah welcomed, shaking hands with Leonard.

"Speaking of homes, are you going to fix mine or not?"

Red added, still fuming steam. The judge only sighed in embarrassment.

"Red aren't you supposed to be at an anger management class right now?"

The judge mumbled to Red, covering the side of his mouth closer to Leonard. Red clenched his hands as everyone ventured back off the beach leaving Red to try and calm his breathing. Chuck stood closely beside him, with concerned eyes. Red let out a long deep sigh as he stormed back to the group, with Chuck chasing behind. Back at the class, Matilda was happily listening to Bombs list of things he was grateful for, as everyone sat and listened, except for Red. Who had been resting his head in his hands, wishing it would end already.

"I am also grateful that i was able to make some new friends here too."

Bomb finished, looking around the room to see the happy, and one exhausted, faces.

"That was lovely Bomb, those are such amazing things to be grateful for."

Matilda acknowledged with such appreciation.

"Are we done yet?"

Red moaned, peaking through some of his fingers. Matilda took some short quick breaths before turning towards Red.

"You haven't participated in our conversation yet, Red. What are some things you are grateful for?"

Red was quiet for a moment, before adjusting his posture to sit up and face the group.

"I'm not grateful for anything. I grateful for my home, but ya know, that got destroyed because"-

"Well I'm sure there's something you're grateful for."

Matilda cuts off. Reds eyebrows swooped down and his mouth curved downwards.

"Well I'm Not grateful to be in this dumbass class, I'm Not grateful that i am stuck here while my home just got destroyed and everyone is just minding their business, not giving a damn, admiring a random stranger they don't even know, and I'm sure as heck! Not grateful to be on this fucking island!"

Red argued, shouting louder and louder as his breathing started to become unhinged.

"Red, you need to calm down, deep breath in, deep breath out."

Matilda instructed, practising the breathing technique to Red. But this only fueled his anger even more. Red, adjusted his legs standing up to look down at Matilda.

"You don't even care, you can't give a rats arse about us."

Red added, laughing through his disappointement at Matilda, who just sat there dissatisfied. Red was sick of it and stormed out of the room and back outside, not really knowing where to go, just somewhere other than there. Red walked around a bit, taking in the surroundings as a coping mechanism and finally able to calm down from his outburst. Red began to tolerate the day when suddenly someone rushed right in front of him, pushing him back, almost falling over. Red turning red again, turned towards the person and saw them combine with a group of people crowded around someone.

It was that dude from the boat again. Red gritted his teeth as he threw his hands into his jacket pocket and exited the little community as fast as he could, back to the beach by his shamble of a home. Red crouched down onto the crunchy sand and grabbed a small brick that use to hold his home together. He stood back up and placed it a further bit away, making distance between the brick and the shore. Red grabbed a few more peices that were able to stay in tack and did the same, eventually making a small circle that Red had planned to be the outline of his new home.

"Why trust other people anyways, when you have yourself to trust."

Red quoted to himself, wiping off the sand from his fingers and scavenging for more peices to use. Some peices were broken into such small peices that it would almost be impossible for Red to be able to use it. Red worked the rest of the day, organising sharp, curvy and even wet peices of materials for his home. Those minature sculptures of his home finally came in handy, filling his mind with memories of how to build it, even if it was smaller. Red worked for countless hours, trying to sort out the bricks, partially scraping his fingers as the concrete rubbed against his sensitive flesh. The moon began to rise, forcing Red to stop and sit beside the circle of bricks that he had aligned. Red shivered and hugged himself as the sea breeze brushed by him, slowly closing his eyes as his teeth clattered together.