You stroll leisurely through the crops, your steps bringing you closer and closer to the part of the fields where you know your father will be working today. You take deep breaths of fragrant air, grateful for the cool kiss of wind on your face.
You are almost at your destination when a sound catches your attention. It was small and muffled, coming from your left, and you're not sure what it was. It almost sounded like a moan.
Was someone in distress? Should you go and check it out?