Walking through a large forest, coat and pants gently swaying with the steps and the wind, Nenoske was searching for somewhere. He had heard..Well, eavesdropped..a conversation. The people said that there was a nice lake in a clearing, but they said they wouldnt waste their time looking for it. The obviously were not like him.

Finally, pulling through to a clearing, he noticed the lake. Though it was noon or so, the sun was slowly dripping itself away. The area had a cool breeze, very relaxing. He smiled, wich was a rare occasion, and he walked over to where the lake was. Sitting about 2 feet away from the lake, he layed down, folding his hands behind his head and resting his head on his hands.