fresh air and lots of open space, yes this is a perfect place on a perfect day! from a burro came a black and white buck, his pelt mostly black with white tips on his feet, tail, ears, and nose. he hoped up out of his hole and bounded off for a quick run stopping only to nibble he kept his ears perked and his eyes wide, he was taking in every sight and sound, eger to run and see what was going on.he ran across the grass like a flash and knocked Stormcloud, his friend, off his feet in a pass by his usual spot by a large grey stone. but Silverweed wasn't in the mood to sit and listen to a story today, he felt like there was something he needed to do. but what?
he raced around all his usual places and finally sat in a clover patch and groomed his face, maybe if he stopped to talk to someone and run his mouth a bit rather then his legs he may find there is always something he could do. he smirked at rabbits here and there but he didn't think they wanted to talk to him by their busy gestures. "hmm...." he murmured to himself casually.
