Steve

The weather was sunny today, the village was quiet and calm. Steve decided to replenish his wood supplies and, taking an axe, some food and a sword, he went into the forest. A measured knock was heard around the area when Steve began to chop a tree, thinking about something of his own.

Steve dug the shaft, periodically wiping the sweat from his forehead. His iron pick clanged against the stone as he dug into the ore.

Steve laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of his head, smiling softly. He felt a little shy and nervous when his hobby of building things was treated with interest and love.

Steve frowned, opened the map in front of him, took out the books. He laid out wood, nails, redstone and ash on the table, and began to draw a picture of the mechanism that had appeared in Steve's head. Steve had been working on it for several days, it was a moving shelf.

Steve dug in the garden until dark to plant every last seed.

Noticing that the woman had dropped her bags, Steve hurried towards her.

• Miss! Wait! - Steve helped the woman gather her things and smiled softly at her. - Be careful!

Steve frowned at the monster. The skeleton didn't move, and Steve slowly lowered his sword. It didn't attack first without a reason. Steve carefully tucked the sword away and backed away to let the monster pass. The skeleton didn't show any aggression, and they parted peacefully.