You somehow managed to escape from the hot, gooey coffin. You sit on a nearby hill, staring at the gelatinous glob you used to call your home. After pondering momentarily about your own personal fate while staring into the tall, sugary flames, you see a small child run across the large field next door. What do you do?
Do nothing, you look at your shoes?
You follow the child, they usually are up to something interesting.