My entry:
Pinky glances around to observe the beautiful and sunny day. He feels the warm wind gusting, and can see the nearby trees and bamboo swaying as a result. The air is thick and a layer of sweat is building up all over his body, making his clothing stick to him. The nearby pond looks very inviting and makes him want to dive in in an attempt to cool down. Instead he closes his eyes, so that he can take in even more info. He hears the insects and birds mixing into a glorious cacophony. He smells the sweet bamboo and salivates at the thought of roasting it with some pork that he has stored back home in his cellar. He opens his eyes, reaches into his backpack, and pulls out his hand scythe. He ruminates on what all he can build with the bamboo while he chops it down. Before he leaves, he pulls out his map and marks the location so that he can come back later for the rest of the bamboo.