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Iroh wouldn’t have called himself rotund, but he looked more akin to a barrel than an hourglass. He was a thick puppy, heavily muscled and not afraid to have second and third breakfast. Speaking of third breakfast he was looking for that as he waddled along. Bright blue and lavender eyes scanned the late morning horizon, he was really getting to know the garden well. Iroh didn’t have much desire to go further, yes he was curious about what was beyond the border of his nursery. However the young boy was not one for breaking the rules, and he was patient for his elders to take him out.

The spring time brought an interesting change in scenery, with the dry season ending everything was changing from dead and brown to bright green. He hadn’t decided how he felt about the mass amount of water, he wasn’t sure if he was going to be fully dry again. The mud on the other hand was amusing, and he decided after third breakfast he might to make some mud angels.