Feathers I

As you're tending to your peppers, you nearly trip over a small boulder you don't remember being there before. You look down and see a piece of balled up paper. You look around, confused, as nobody is there but you. You open the paper, and it says one word. "Bucket." You're not sure why, but you feel compelled to head to your workshop and build a bucket for this piece of parchment.