Lost Creek Hollow bingpot!

Eshe was oblivious to the fact that she was being watched. All that she knew that she had gotten hurt, and it was a significant inconvenience. Preoccupied, Eshe continued to cry. Crocodile tears trickled down her wrinkled face, and wails sounded from her parted jaws. 

Eshe's outlook was bleak, and it was unforeseeable just when and how she'd calm down again—good luck with this one, bro.