"Well, humans never paid us much mind." She shakes her head. "Unless we were in their homes, or anywhere in their way. There was a moving day every spring, when we all had to clear out our homes and move because the tractor would be coming to tear up the earth, so farmer Fitzgibbon could start planting."

The woman is very small, around 5'3", with a very conservative look to her. She wears a slightly ragged red cape and the brownish-tan lace-up collared shirt and khakis she'd woken here with. "I suppose they saw us about the same way we saw fleas."