Situating himself in the tall grass, Tamu's light brown figure barely peeked over the tops of the blades. His small frame barely made an indent in the flowing green, but the fact didn't bother him much any more. After some needed words of encouragement from a dear friend, Tamu felt more comfortable about his small size. Some day, he'd be big enough to leave this hole in the ground of the world, and venture out to do something better. The day a foreign cheetah came and visited him and told him of other lands was the day Tamu decided that he should go out and see the world. He was still hesitant about it, though, because of his family. He just wasn't sure if he could leave them.
A soft wind caught the tuft of fur on his head, and Tamu felt himself squinting to block the small specks of dirt that traveled with the breeze. He'd save those thoughts for another time, then. The day just seemed to happy to be dragged down by lingering thoughts of being suffocated. His brown eyes closed, and he nuzzled his paws vigorously, loving the feeling of his fur rubbing on his face. Flicking his tail to the side, he smiled, wanting to enjoy the day away from his overbearing grandmother as best he could.
