build me up buttercup

Ghostly frame would mingle among the intricate lines of trees. They all seemed to be the same kind, and although undergrowth had taken hold betwixt them they were the predominant features of the orchard. Tail hung limply behind him, he had no reason to assert himself or feel proud. He was nothing, and would continue to be so for as many days as he lived. Of this fact he was positively sure. Hips swayed behind him, accompanied by the loose skin that hung from his stomach. He was a lean creature, never having grown into the skin he had been given. His paws were large, though, a testament to his height and certainly not his heft. Eyes of coral swept among the shadows the canopy created, seeking out something fit to eat on this unusually warm day in Spring.