The Fly's POV on The Medicine Bag

It’s a cool evening, I was flying around just like normal but then I see....

A group of dogs surrounding an old man. I myself am super smart, so I profile him. He is slightly tall but not giant, his hair was mostly not visible because of the tall black hat he was wearing. I then see a kid walk up to him and go towards him because he was surrounded by dogs, the boy kicked away the dogs. Once he was done with the dog situation, he or she or they I don’t want to assume someone's pronoun, they went up to the old guy and greeted him, a couple more people came running towards the older man and greeted him...... but he passed out I'm guessing it was heat exhaustion since it was hot and he had a jacket on. They carried him into a house, and it was easy since the older guy was small. I followed the group of people into the house, I sat down on a window ledge, and I listened to what they were talking about. They were talking about how “grandpa’’ got here, and they were also talking about how he had lots of money in his boots, I was getting bored, so I decided to go up to them and introduce myself. I was getting to say hello but all I heard was *SMACK* then poof I'm swatted on to the floor with my wings broken so I immediately go outside for a few minutes Traumatized, but I go back inside and the only people there are grandpa and a boy who I presume is martin because another lady called him that earlier, they were talking about a medicine bag? And how he gets it now and how when grandpa dies he will need to put sacred sage into the bag and never open it again until he has a son to give it to him , I'm bored of listening, so I just go home and go to bed.