Compote

An ordinary day in village number 13. Kompot, as always, was in the garden beds, recording video. Then he saw a gathering of residents near the mayor's house and approached:
Kompot: Hello, residents, what's going on here? What kind of meeting is this?
Resident: We don't know ourselves, the mayor gathered the whole village for some reason
Here comes the mayor.
Mayor: So, dear residents of village number 13, I would like to make an announcement that another resident will be coming to our village.
Kompot: Another resident, wow, that's cool. Who is he? And where will they put him? All the houses here are occupied.
The mayor: a house will be built especially for him. And he's not just a resident, he's a player.
Resident: Player? We already have one living here—a compote. Why do we need another one?
Mayor: Residents, this is not up for discussion; he'll be here in a month. That's it, the meeting is over.

Kompot walked away and went to his forge.
Kompot: Wow, guys, another player will soon be living in the village. And I was wondering what new thing they're building in our village. Oh well, we'll see in a month.

In a month
Kompot woke up, wished his followers good morning, and left the forge. He saw the entire village and the mayor standing at the village entrance. He remembered that a player was coming to the village today and joined everyone else in waiting for him to arrive.