two types of clever

The male wolf laid under the tree. Resting on the soft grass he spread his legs out showing his belly, he was wishing for a relieving breeze to flow through the air and onto his fur. The weather was hot and sticky, he would have jumped in the small pond except it looked like it was on the verge of drying up. His energy was depleted and he didn't really feel like doing anything, he rolled over to flop on his other side. He pawed at some grass in boredom,'I should really get up.' he thought. He drug himself up into a sitting position, there was really nothing to do here. He looked around for some form of entertainment, 'I could watch the frogs slowly die.' he thought about doing so but decided not to he himself wasn't directly causing it so he didn't really bother. He slid back down into a laying position, 'ugh, why does it have to be so warm?'