Meeting the First of Many Normally, the sight of the Couple’s Crossing Bridge filled Oscar with a sense of ease. Ease that his day and a half journey from his farm to Kettlebank Village was over. Ease that he’d soon be able to put his feet up and enjoy a drink or two with his old friend, Brussle. Ease that he’d be able to sell his vegetables to excited villagers, whose smiles always brightened Oscar’s day. Today though, the sight of that short stone bridge, named solely because you never failed to find a couple there enjoying the soothing creek or lovely sunset, gave Oscar pause. This was it. This was the moment he had been both looking forward to, and dreading. The day Luna got to live beyond the vast perimeter of Oscar’s farm. He was closing in on Couple’s Crossing, the last thing in between him and Kettlebank, and Oscar found himself actually getting a little nervous. He tried to wave off such feelings as absurd. Luna was a good girl after all. Probably one of the kindest and most