Let me tell yall abt An Encounter, a Tale, a beautiful story, featuring me and a pioneer Enderman with some confusing thoughts on personal space.
It was beautiful, I don't have the pictures on my phone, I'll add those later,
but I was walking round my home and walked past the kitchen,
I took a picture and wished him luck on his cooking.
Later when I had been out and about I got back and wanted to go put some meat in the smoker, and lo and behold,
The Man himself was still there with his block of moss, he looked up at me and ran away further into my home,
as if he was ashamed that I found him in the middle of his still failing attempt at smoking the block of moss in my smoker.
I did my cookering and went about expanding another part of my home (my home was a cave in the side of a cliff above a deep ass hole with Lush Caverns at the bottom) and it took quite some time since it was just digging and trying to keep the natural look,
I then went out to change up my entrance and got assaulted by the Flying Assholes, so I went to go sleep to make them leave me tf alone.
The Man had put down, his block, of moss, Right next to my bed,
but not only that, he had left, picked up a block of grass, returned, and moved into my bedroom.
I tried gently scooting him out
by bumping into him while looking at the ground, and when I believed he was far enough away I went to go sleep,
This Fucking Man RAN Straight into my bed,
I took some more pictures and decided to let him, that was His Home now.
So I just went back to changing up my entrance and beating up the flying assholes. Gonna check if he's still there today.
EDIT: He left when I checked back "today" (right after making the post), but not without leaving another invaluable gift next to my bed, the block of grass he was so tenderly holding ❤️
Also, pictures of the gentleman himself UwU (with alt texts)
