You start assembling an assortment of sticks, leaves and a hollow bird bone, patching holes with moss that has already started to turn slightly yellow which you picked from the side of a tree. Somehow, your thoughts veer off and you begin to wonder if you could find a larger bone to turn into a flute.

When you look down again at your creation, you start to curse under your breath - you got distracted and manufactured a copy of Windows ME.