I am the shadow on the moon at night, filling your dreams to the brim with fright!
It was a warm and pleasant morning. The sun was rising above the sharp and mossy cliffs. The orange and hot sunbeams hurried to warm the cold and filled with dew grass. It was unusually cold in the nights and the mornings and days were very warm. The weather was very changeable. It wasn't Chaka's favourite weather but he didn't even notice. Weather was such a small issue that it shouldn't have such a major effect on one's life and thoughts. In his opinion your life and days were what you made them to be and no one could change that.
The 'Giet woke up, got on his feet yawned and then strecthed. It was something like a morning ritual to him- he always did these things in the same order every morning. He made a few steps, his warm brown eyes still seing everything blurry, his paws felt the coldness of the wet grass. Chaka sighed, looked at the puffy orange clouds which were rolling slowly on the pink and purple sky and smiled. It looked like it was going to be a great day. Or at least he would make this way.
