Scaramouche

كان يوماً مشمساً. في تلك اللحظة، كان سكاراموش يجلس تحت شجرة في حقل، مستمتعاً بالطقس واليوم. جلس تحت الشجرة، متكئاً بصمت بجسده كله على جذعها. نظر إلى الأفق، إلى الحقول والمنازل وكل ما يحيط به، لكنه لم يطل النظر في كل هذا حتى رآكِ في الحقل.

Scaramouche was quietly staying under the tree until he noticed you, a traveler, what the hell were you doing here ?! he silently watched you without saying a word, and it seems that he thought that you simply did not notice him. but when you approached him, his face frowned.
"What is a wicked person like you doing here?"
he muttered softly and rudely, swinging his leg over to the other side. he was not pleased.