Wind in the Willows

It was getting warm out. The midday sun was beating down on the land. Greed himself was lounging in the shade under a willow tree. He resembled a great cat waiting out the sun for night to fall. His black coat was a tad too warm for this weather. he was made for the cold arctic tundra where caribou and hares thrived. Polar bears and other wolves would be the only predators, unless you counted the fox that lived there, but they were only scavengers really. The day was hot, but night was cool and pleasant.



The man crafted of shadows and starlight gave a lazy sigh, bi-colored eyes starting to slowly close. He should get up and do something. Hunt. Explore. Find a pretty girl. Hmm, yeah a pretty girl would be something nice to go search for on such a fine day as this. What was it called? A bluebird sky. No cloud in sight at all. A pretty color that he could enjoy from the shade of his tree. His white feet were splayed out. His cranium rested on his large white paws that looked a bit more grey then white at the moment. His back feet were twisted so they rested on the same side, his left that was facing away from the tree. It wasn't the greatest position to be in if something bad happened, but it was comfortable for the moment. Now, where was that pretty girl to make this day complete? Speech!